That Empty Half of the Glass

Bored to the core

with asking for the world

and getting it all

through nature's contrivances 
big or small

through efforts easy or tough;

this process feels insipid, redundant

yet, the world is just not enough.

It seems the only way from here

is to not want nothing no more

to not dream or ask for it

but to savor the act of negation;

put an end to desires, for a bit
step back, purge the over abundant,
refill the half empty spiritual trough,