It's a delicate balance.

It's a delicate balance; not tipping the cup into bitterness.
Air is green and fresh and blue.
The world is wet with sunshine.
Clouds roll by, and suddenly your glass is full of hate.
You take a sip--just to try it--and find some strong notes of hurt in that hate in your glass.
Sun's still shining, like it does. And you wonder
about what comes next.
Do you take a deep breath of that cool green air?
Or do you take another drink, cause bitterness tastes so good.