Per­haps it’s time to set aside
My wish­es for reaction
To sim­ply gaze upon the world
In unfet­tered satisfaction

To not expect my expectations
To let go of my wishes
To let life sim­ply do it’s thing
And then go do the dishes

I don’t know why I can’t release
My mind says this is reason
Emo­tions back up silently
And look on with derision

To let the bird fly from the glove
It’s free­dom now released
If ever it returns to me
My expec­ta­tions may then cease.