Sunday, January 30, 2011


Expectations are funny things,
Give them licence, they'll run around you rings.
And all deliberating, preparation, swot -
Comes not to matter. Not one jot.

Yet, embracing chaos theory one might find
in the other extreme no balance of time
'til I am left relaxed muddled slightly in limbo
expectations lost; thoughts akimbo.

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