Yashas Raj // EXPECTATIONS

“A bright future awaits,”

They say

“Work hard now,

and play the rest of your days”

 

Those who work

Get paid in full

And those who don’t

Run away with the cirque

 

So I work hard

Don’t play

Study

 

But every time I take a step up,

One rung at a time

Up the ladder of success,

I think I’m at the top

 

The pinnacle of life

The promised land

The fruit of my labor

 

But then I look ahead

To the vast expanse of ladder left

The journey is long and hard

With no real end

Other than the one promised for hard work

 

A promise?

More like a wish.

Wouldn’t it be easier to let go,

and fall back

Into the abyss from where I started?

This journey fueled on a promise.

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