Day 2639, expectations.

Daily picture, Poetry
I moved to another space, job, and time again with expectations on my side. 
Even though I didn’t spell them out, I knew what they were.
But this ambiguity makes it difficult to feel my state of mind for now, I am here. 
It’s my age or time, getting closer to an end than a beginning. 
Expectation slowly shows its empty face after it already lost its words.  

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