There's a Hole in my Bucket

There's always a tipping point,
Before the collapse of it all,
Foreseen, not by the one on the edge,
But by the pride before the fall,

And capacity is a funny thing,
It really depends on more than one,
Factor other than the size of the pail,
But by the integrity of its constitution.

And when it fails it will never be the same.
That is the fear of most pails in the world,
And what keeps them half empty most of the time,
Never mind the oppression of dictators.

And it's alright,
If the metaphors seem mixed,
The only way to cope might be to not see the big picture,
Until your emotional holes are fixed.