your potential unimagined
yet you have made us no promises to be anything other than another 12 month calendar
so why do we have expectations ?
when they are so clearly unfounded
why do we crave for things to be different
to be better ? better than what ?
what we have is great . . . everything we could possibly want it to be
so why the feeling of emptiness
loneliness
sorrow
nagging, aching grief