Great Expectations

I'm the master of great expectations,
of flying high,
my head in the clouds, so far up
in the stratosphere I'm hardly here,
What does it take to get me grounded?
A big thumping dose of reality always 
hits me in the end, cuts my hot air
balloon strings and leaves me gasping
like a fish on the riverbank of my hopes;
Live, just live, no matter what the outcome.

The End

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