torn in between you and me. i want to be. i want to see. becoming myself in the other. searching for what makes me whole. just turns out to be a way to cover the selfishness tangling my soul. torn between choices. lacking direction. unable to decide. i want to be. Want to break out of this brutal irony. expectation is a sharp knife. a haunting sore. what do you think of when you sleep? what do you dream of when you wake? expectation is a sharp knife. cutting quick and deep. everything, but still nothing is all I ever take. no more trouble thoughts and tangled hearts. no more living in yesterday, no more in tomorrow. let go the self-inflicted sorrow. no more somewhere in between. no mourning and fear. it’s all in front of us right here. take the time to regain a life. expectation - a sharp knife.