Recipe for the removal of high expectations

1 bowl of life's worries, and add:

A sprinkle of self-consciousness

A spoonful of judgement

Mix in the uncertainty, and bake in time until you realise what you were hoping for.

Turn off my head

Rip out my heart

That way, I can't hope

And can't dream

I have to just wait

And see. 

The End

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