Expectations
Soaring up to heavens just now,
It comes crashing down moments later,
Sometimes it outlives centuries,
However often it dies before birth,
It dotes on friends,
And it loathes the foe,
It builds on achievements,
And gets stymied by failures,
Sometimes it is feather soft,
And at others rock hard,
It gallops me to madness,
As I trudge behind sad,
Its everywhere,
And as well no where,
I search and search my way ,
Behind its run,
But"expectations" are such,
That they are seldom caught.
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