because they seem to me a crippling disease
causing me to rail against and fail in anxt
seize up from my guts and freeze
even though it runs my blood hot like 3000 degrees
stiffling my appreciation for existance with stipulations against ease
capitulating over my needs
vexed impatience over my expectations
would that I could be rid of them to live and taste life as a refreshing breeze
to turn a hurricane soul and meet her again whole
instead I become unhinged to be opened because
failed expectations are like locks without any keys.