status quo

Wondering and never knowing.
Persistently slamming the eggshell on the wall.
Running in circles only to be yanked by the tail.
Indulging in various aspects with a sole focus.

In order to avoid hurting that, she meekly allows that to hurl the rocks at her.
And it is this attachment within the sentimentalist that has brought her more grief than joy.

Asking not to walk beside,
But to trail two steps behind.

Without expectations, there is no disappointment.