Thoughts 2022-03-15 Expectations

A little poem:

Expectations

Sometimes it is shocking when I look into a mirror,

Expectations and reality don’t always align, I fear.

Who is this cadaver staring back at me?

And what sort of man does my reflection see?

Nice to believe the illusion that everything is fine,

Even when it lasts for this minuscule amount of time.

Nice to think of hiking up a mountain side,

Even if those days may have up and died.

It’s strange that you can forget just how thin and weak you are,

Then you stand up, a dizzy spell won’t let you get too far.

Sit back down, take it as easy as you need,

There’s some flexibility in the life you lead.

Carry on, Carry on,

Left foot, right, left foot, right.

You’ll get to where you might.