Water

I am a glassNeither half empty or half fullMaybe neithermaybe bothHell, I'm unsure of my contentsI'm discontentBecause I was told I'd be filled to overflowingAnd in this season I struggle not knowing exactly where my water line isAll I know is that I taste differentMy composition is changingAnd I feel like God is rearranging my makeupMy water is enhancedBut I am not yet full