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Everyday I'm expected. Expected to be the solution. Expected to be ready on the count of three. Expected to start a revolution. Expected to agree. The world expects me to accept what comes and what goes. What I can and can't control. It expects me shut up and listen. It expects me to find a common goal. I'm tired of being expected. I'm tired of being forced to choose. I'm tired of conformity. I'm tired of digging for the clues. I'm tired of living life cautiously. I'm tired of thinking in the muse. I want to get out. Get out of the hole being filled with dirt. Get out of the pattern of dessert. I want to make my life mine. I want to step out and shine. Brighter than the light from above. Better than the flight of a dove. I want to take the risks I take. I want to make the mistakes I make. Because taking risks is what makes us great. Because making mistakes is what opens the gate. The gate of learning. The gate of intuition. The gate of returning. The gate to ambition. But I can't make those mistakes with too much expectation. I can't take those risks with too much disapprobation. I need to be on my own. I need to learn on my own. I need to see on my own. But being expected is blocking my view. And all I really want is just to do.
