Cup of life, cup of love, cup of hopes, cup of career, cup of dreams…
Where did my cup go?
Do you have a cup?
If you do, how does it look like?
How big is it?
Where you bought it?
What do you fill it with most of the time?
This is my cup. It’s no ordinary coffee cup.
There’s more to it than what it seems.
This is my cup. Sitting on that shelf.
Avoiding the purpose of it’s nature.
This is my cup. Unshattered, Untouched.
This is my cup. Empty and tasteless.
Awaits dearly to be filled to the brim.
This is my cup. Selected out of the rest.
It will be served for the best of the best.
This is my cup. Polished, Prepared.