Of expectation and hope
Waiting for the moments
Looking at the broader scope
Doing all the day to day
One day like the next
Working, planning, dreaming
Starting to feel perplexed
Many months of reverie
Awake but in a trance
Thinking about those moments
About the one big chance
What I get is nothing special
No excitement, no big thrill
Just the doldrums of plain living
My dreams are not fulfilled
Still I wait and wonder
Will my imaginings come true
Pondering a future
Painted in crimson hues
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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