Expectation is lazy.
Assumption made to survive.
When it is not met.
You realise how futile it is.
You chastise yourself for believing.
Delve deep within your psyche.
Then recognise that the fault.
Was all yours.
You offloaded responsibility.
And tethered yourself to that.
When the other had no intent to oblige.
Expectation is not formalised.
Manifestation of imagination.
You look from the outside.
Crafting lavish stories.
Build the tower of expectation high.
A mirror is held.
It reflects your own ignorance.
Expectation is lazy.
It has no intent to oblige.
Best guesses.
Not certainties.
Others are distracted.
Unmotivated. Selfish and Petty.
Why place the weight of expectation.
On ephemeral human kind.
I live with my faith.
Built my expectation.
Lucky in the past.
To have it met more times than not.
This time is crushing.
For these held in high regard.
Were a lifeboat in a sea.
Filled of bad incentives.
And the homogenised alive.
Now I turn to realise.
I am in this lifeboat alone.
And all along I expected.
That they were right there by my side.
But now they fade, sinking.
To the depths below the tide.
Along with them my faith.
Beliefs and stories too.
Expectation leaving me.
And I am alone again.
Just as it was to start.
CHANGE IS THE POINT 