I once gave up something spectacular
Figuring it would never work through

Worrying about the future --
more than the present
Is it really such a wrong thing to do

Anticipating the next stage to come
When it didn't, I remember just feeling numb
How long should one wait
Is there some magical, time capsule fate

So I gave up on the hopes
I decided to focus on me
Moved away and saw things
through a different scope--
Found peace, love and glee

I then ran into the once spectacular
It had been decades of blue skies
Just one look into those steel grey eyes
And I wondered where my
Expectation now lies