Just when I think there’s been a change
Just when I think the brain’s been rearranged
Just when I think obstacles have been constrained
There’s a smash, crashing return to the old
The opening petals refuse to unfold
The rebirthing story will not be told
Just when I imagine, my hope’s short-changed.
Reality is bitterly cold.
My expectations are really what’s strange.
Shawn L. Bird 
I have the same issue with my expectations lol
I think this is a brilliant poem. Kudos ❤
Would you be like Pip if your Great Expectations come to fruition but turn out to be from a source other than you had imagined? 🙂
Great post
Your expectations and your reality need to sit down and have a serious tete-a-tete.
The next turn is always a twist 😀