And here,
Ladies and gentlemen,
Is my life’s reoccurring theme,
Or motif, per say:
You have certain expectations
And requirements
Waiting to be fulfilled.
You build up a spectacular
Amount of anticipation
And collect quite the quantity
Of anxious awaiting
For simplistic disappointment
And a derailment or detachment
Of dented dreams.
It’s pretty ******* pathetic.
But you become apathetic
And solve your problems
By running away
And discovering
New things
New people
New toys
New distractions
And expectations
And wait for the cracks
To be filled.
But it won’t.
And it’s the sickest
Most cruel cycle of cynicism
I subject myself to.