Expectations, vessels of hope The root to your demise. A mountain which grows with each milestone met With triumphs- mirages of fulfillment As the fog clears to unveil heights more expectations And the weight of othersβ aspirations Overshadowing the joys of past achievements. And as you ascend, echos of your weakness haunt you Then only your failures are whispered about And forgotten will be the trials you passed As the summit continues to rise.
I donβt really know how I feel about this. So much to say but not enough words to describe the feelings