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I was busy juggling all of the expectations
So I didn’t see what there was to see
Or where I was going
But only where I thought you thought I should be going
My traveling clothes were always ready
For whatever you could envision
“I’m there” I’d cry excitedly and off we’d go
To someplace foreign and exotic designed by your mind.
And when our roads parted with mortality
Having the last laugh, I was lost
Dropped in a desert of emotional minefields
Littered with would, should, could and what if’s.
Suddenly I was traveling for one and the clothes
I used to travel in did not fit
Felt out of place, stained with the love past
Tattooed on me as a reflection, places I’ve been but cannot go again.
I never have been good with directions, I can only remember
Sun rises in the East and sets in the West
Your frustration over that has become my own frustration
Of trying to figure out where to be so I can feel the sun come up again
Now there are only my expectations to juggle
And I find them more ungainly than yours
Because I have to look at them, own them and cannot blame
Anyone else but me.
Inspiration: Wanting to travel a new road, to see what is there, but getting tripped up on my own expectations.