Expectations...

I often stand in my balcony and think,
My feelings and my life I try to link.

Surprised to see that in our struggle of adaptation,
We all attach to people near us a set of expectation.

That they'll ask us if we can or ask us if we can't,
And in fight with expectations our happiness doesnt last.

The reason then of our misery is not what they do,
Its the expectation from them we set and choose.

Then there is a time when we think, this is the limit,
When we realise there is a whole new horizon beyond it.

Standing in the balcony then, expectations are reveiwed,
To start the next day, with all of them renewed.