Expectations

A tight rope of hope that things will be alright
an empty plate of dreams that soon there will be aplenty
a jug full of options to choose the lesser trodden path
a blink of eyelids that will wipe the tears that have gathered
an armrest that rocks, glide the journey of life for  every moment.
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