Expectations
What do you do
When the expectation of you
The one we believe to be true
Just hasn’t happened
The real me
Not the one you or I wants me to be
Begs to be free but is
Trapped in a manufactured frame
Made from your expectations and mine
Like strings or a vine
From here to way up high they wind
Unattainable
Sadly the converse is true
I have expectations of you
An image, a vision, I’ve made up from the blue
Yet, you disappoint
The best thing I know
Is to give up the show
Let our image form true to how the wind may blow
But it won’t work out..
I have expectations.
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