Expectations are a funny thing
You expect things of yourself, which is beneficial
Goals you'd like to achieve, a future you work to write
it's the expectations of others that bring to the table a problem.
There's a thing to be said for letting your loved ones choose their own paths
There's a little teensy thing that always gets stepped on
name's freedom, mom.
In its small voice it cries out and argues on your behalf
Too often do we set it aside
Disregard a valid point
Stifle a light
So I ask of you a simple thing
Let me live my life how I choose
Not how you'd prefer me to build myself, dad.
But the crooked, beautiful way I piece things together
on my own.
Dec 22, 2010
Dec 22, 2010 at 3:33 PM UTC
Expectations are a funny thing
You expect things of yourself, which is beneficial
Goals you'd like to achieve, a future you work to write
it's the expectations of others that bring to the table a problem.
There's a thing to be said for letting your loved ones choose their own paths
There's a little teensy thing that always gets stepped on
name's freedom, mom.
In its small voice it cries out and argues on your behalf
Too often do we set it aside
Disregard a valid point
Stifle a light
So I ask of you a simple thing
Let me live my life how I choose
Not how you'd prefer me to build myself, dad.
But the crooked, beautiful way I piece things together
on my own.
Sam Dickinson 2010
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