The glass is half full because I’ve filled it. There is room for you. Fill it or drink the freshwater. I know how to pour into my own glass heart.
I’ll dust the melancholy off my heart, pull back the curtains of gloom to see the sun of joy is shining; open the windows of discontent welcoming the breeze of gratitude and fill my glass half full or more.
When the sky is a bright canary yellow
I forget every cloud I’ve ever seen,
So they called me a cockeyed optimist
Immature and incurably green.
I have heard people rant and rave and bellow
That we’re done and we might as well be dead,
But I’m only a cockeyed optimist
And I can’t get it into my head.
I hear the human race
Is fallin’ on its face
And hasn’t very far to go,
But every whippoorwill
Is sellin’ me a bill,
And tellin’ me it just ain’t so.
I could say life is just a bowl of Jello
And appear more intelligent and smart,
But I’m stuck like a dope
With a thing called hope,
And I can’t get it out of my heart!
Not this heart…
I really had a fun time doing this monologue/ stated song. I enjoyed making this one the most, so far. Please let me know what you think.