Managing expectations
for myself
to avoid disappointment
when things don't work out
has become a way of life
in which I refuse to feel hope
in case it ends in pain.
It's a perpetual plateau of the lackluster
the home of fine and okay and pretty
good.
I'm done with the sepia shades
of a life lived caged
by realistic prospects.
I want to hope for more and mean it
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