Prisoners Of Expectations Poem by Deanza L. WalwynBowrin

We’re all prisoners of expectations, our lives, our minds, our all,
We try to run away from it, but deeper below we fall.

Hours, Minutes, Seconds pass us by on our way to bliss
It’s not what we want though, we like the foggy mist.

We’re all prisoners of expectations, our words, our thoughts, and our deeds
Why is it that the things we have; we never really need.

Tick,
Tock,
Tick,
Tock; the time is moving on.

Ding,
Dong,
Ding,
Dong; no time left, it’s all gone.

We’re all prisoners of expectations, imperfections, flaws and more.
In some ways more than one; we lie and then ask for our self to be restored.

They all want us to be perfect, can’t they see that we’re all real people too.
Why does it matter how we live, it’s our life, we’ll do what we do

Does it matter if we say yes, does it matter if we say no
For whatever it may be we’ll go with the flow and we'll grow.