Expect the worse only to be showered with karma from the universe
as an answer to prayers left unuttered
to show how worse is relative and the end is hell.
Burning up on the inside, incensed with feeling
whether it be anger, sadness, depression or hatred.
Weepy confessionals in the stall
regaling the robed receiver with tales of just how far you fell
down the rabbit hole without a grasp on reality and least of all yourself.
Talk of how you poured it all out and laid your heart on the tracks,
thinking all of a human and expecting to get it back.
Silly, how silly to put your trust in one other than yourself
but surely there must be someone you can tell,
who will cup the words from your mouth with as fragile a hand as a healer with a fallen bird
for you are nothing but a hurting aura bleeding from rupture within.
It is only logical that you can only get what you give if you look at a mirror image,
if your atoms split and become a twin.
Logic speaks but you cover your ears; no one listens to what they don’t want to hear.
Expectations of what you did, the courtesies you provided,
the extra mile on an empty tank of gas you ran for them.
Why should you even think this would be possible,
it could only be when outside is dark and magic is black
Expectation would require that what you put in you at least get back;
that the golden rule would be touched by Midas; beware and don’t be fooled.
Expectation of material things because in your scheme
you think you deserve for putting in some mediocre sort of work.
Beware, I caution, don’t be fooled.
It is impossible the wants and desires, impossible to fulfill
no matter how your soul resists it, the harsh reality exists.
Whatever it is you are expecting, please put it on the ground,
put these thoughts out of your head for they only bring you down.
Weights on the heart twinge as you try to soar but you can never fly if all you want to do is cry when life throws you a drive-by.
Your hot spring of tears mimics that when disappointment flowed from expectation.
There is only one exception one should make with expectations,
easy to figure, no doubt;
follow your heart and leave everything else
where your emotions are:
scattered shards of broken glass,
on the ground.