Expectations

by Mark Ayers

Took out one day and decided to roam
Took no wallet and took no phone

To see the world, or so I’d thought
To see myself, I’d rather not

Clouds are dark and holding me down
Feel inside, I’m about to drown

Walking down the frontage road
I35 South or so I’m told

Not caring much just where I was
My stubborn heart not wanting to budge

Whimpering, I finally just wash away
What I’d give, If I could stay

To be myself, just to be free
Of their expectations, how could I be