Limp Expectations

Limp Expectations

Limp Expectations

I’m gonna go limp on my high expectations
and dream small dreams.
Gonna go limp on my high expectations
and dream tiny tidy dreams.
Stop going over the top, reel myself in,
teach myself to stop before I even begin.
Gonna stop getting carried away
with wanting my own way, with having a say,
dream small dreams, have no expectations,
no more daydreaming my days away.
You could write my tiny tidy dreams
on a grain of rice, on a piece of ice,
on an ant’s eyelash, on an amoeba’s moustache.
I know everything that happens happens for a reason.
That’s a good reason to stop anything happening, stop,
stop this dream, I’m getting off.
I’m gonna have low expectations,
gonna have no expectations, so low,
no expectations, so low, gonna go solo, so low.
I’m gonna dream small and achievable dreams.
I wanted some milk, I went to the shop,
I bought a pint of milk, my dream is achieved.
Gonna go limp on my high-faluting expectations
and dream miniscule dreams.
Gonna take small steps, tiny steps,
I’m gonna wanna take steps backwards,
two steps backwards and no steps forwards.
In fact, why don’t you come sit on the end of my bed
and tell me what to dream at night?
Sit on the end of my bed and tell me what to dream
just so I know I am getting my dreams small enough,
tiny and tidy enough, right.
I’m gonna stop assuming
people have the same priorities as me,
gonna stop pushing and pulling the forces around me,
stop expecting people to have the same energy as me,
stop expecting people to have any, any energy.
I will not resent this – but go with the flow.
I am going to go so slow and go with the flow, solo, so low.
I will not swim against the tide
or upset the apple-cart or make any waves.
I’m just here for the ride, so please take a photo,
tag it on my Facebook.
This is a picture of me giving up and letting go.
I had a dream, past tense had, had a dream,
but it was so small and undernourished,
barely worth mentioning.
I’m no longer frozen by fear of success.
I’m no longer frozen by fear of failure.
I expect neither, success nor failure,
I know it’s the taking part that counts
and I am fine with that.
Gonna weaken my grip on wanting anything,
stop holding onto my high expectations,
my fancy ideas, fancy-shmancy dream,
my great expectation
that we could do better,
that we could pull in the same direction,
that we could give more,
that we could all do more,
that we could be more.
I challenge nothing and I challenge nobody.
I accept you all and I accept all of this, all of you.
Gonna take life as it comes and accept my hand.
Gonna take myself home and lock my box,
lock myself in a box inside another box,
and in the glow of no hope of no change
I will perhaps one day forgive myself
for giving up.