We always want the expectations
The dreams and wishes we have
We set our path and preparations
To achieve these promises in hand
We try to avoid reality
The unwanted truth
We build a wall for actuality
To achieve our desired youth
“Expectations are perfect”
But what does perfect mean
Is it just getting all your dreams come true
Or is it to get what you see on a screen
Maybe it is just to make it through
“Reality hurts”
But with pain comes strength and wisdom
If we are always sitting pleasant
Getting what we want in our kingdom
Then what’s the point of going to heaven

I see a little boat
in a harbor
waiting to set sail
for the sea
It floats as prisoner
tied to the docks
waiting for it's chance to be free

But I have no view
of a harbor
and I do not live
by the sea
Yet, I'm haunted by visions
of this sad little boat
I sense it has a message for me

Does it want us
to sail off together
and throw caution to the wind for the day?
Is it enough of a boat
to keep us a float
or will we sink to the bottom of the bay?

no child is spared from your gaze
you
watch me reel and roast
soaking in brine,
save me from the ocean or a shark -
i won’t look you in the eye, only a glance
only a furtive glance
i’ve seen you all before
father? lover? god?

I scroll my way through life
Cause I don't have to feel the pain
With all the smiles on instagram
I don't hate my life when I'm distracted

Orchids,
bird wings,
moonlight,
deep sleep,
and your small hands