Expectations.

Every morning I plunge myself,
Into the swirl you create.
As the day advances,
I bump into opportunities,
That catapult me to you.
I get so close, very close,
But I never reach you.

You are like a horizon,
Every time I stand on a tower,
I see you clearly.
But the moment I set my foot,
To see you,
You move far away.
I have never met you.

You are a shadow,
Always present and close by,
At my moments of light, you are present,
At my dark times, you are away,
I can't hold you,
No matter how much I try.
I can never own you.

Expectations, expectations.
Why do you seem so real?
Like a moon a clear sky?
But you can not be held.
Like a wind, you pass by,
Unseen but clearly felt.
St. Gebre was right.
Great expectations make frustrated men.

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