Let’s leave all expectations at the door!
Oh, that is an expectation?
I’ve had my head in the clouds.
I’ve been a fool.
I’ve been chasing shadows—
just light and dark,
playing puppets on the walls.
I don’t know what I want;
funny that I know what I don’t.
I feel like a blank canvas.
I’d ask you nice,
if I thought you would stop projecting.