Expectations are the baggage we carry Getting cumbersome, with each passing day We always get the unexpected from it Our back seems to be crumbling under the burden Weaving a web of expectations, and getting entangled Unable to ameliorate the obfuscated mind Reciprocating, with the intention of fulfilling expectations Our steps become heavily laden, unable to walk Even though a life beckons without the paraphernalia We have already walked away from it, with our expectations**