Expectations
Excerpt from "Simply Poetic"
I went for a walk today, trying to clear my head
And I thought of all the things I might like to say
If you had stayed and never walked away
As I was walking, I thought to myself
I wouldn’t know where to start
I just wouldn’t know what to say
Because if I asked you why you didn’t stay,
If I asked you why you walked away,
Your answer may never live up to the expectations I have made for you over the years
Then it would be my responsibility to deal with that calamity
But if I asked you instead, if you wished you had stayed,
If I asked you instead if you wished you hadn’t walked away
You may answer yes, and I would inevitably ask you why you didn’t stay
I would ask you why you walked away
And ultimately I would be left responsible to deal with the consequences of the expectations that I have made for you
But if you answer no, I would inevitably ask you why you didn’t stay
I would ask you why you walked away
And ultimately I would be left responsible to deal with the consequences of the expectations that I have made for you
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Alexis Lariviere
Hello creative friends! I've been a creative mind my whole life. I call myself an accidental writer. I hope you enjoy the collection of literary works you will find on my page. Mahalo for stopping by!
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