Thinking of my world as an empty jar
longing for things of intrest to fill me
things gather in me like coins or notes
something that can I can call mine
I don't want to be filled with junk
But when your not filled
people can see right through you
naked, lonely i stand on a shelf
no one wants to fill me
fill me to the brim with such a love that
i long for, will it not come
will my jar be ever overflowing
i long for it too, but i doubt
maybe doubt fills my jar
can you empty doubt?
if you can tell me
i want to be filled with something useful