Expectations

I’m a low flyer,

a backhanded glider,

so I can see,

what’s dragging behind you.

Are you packing light,

or heavy and tight?

Can your motives be seen

up front or in-between.      

Should I risk being sane,

dance mindless in the rain.

Or just embrace the void,

jump straight to paranoid.

It’s not your worst I fear,

but your best,

that’s sure to disappear.