Earth Bound

Expectations keep me grounded

where without them my head would linger

in the clouds–

Like birds blissfully drifting 

on billowing breezes,

objectiveless,

lost. 

In their absence

I build my own–

I set the standard high

I aim for altitude,

but I keep myself tied,

tethered 

to the safety of the earth. 

Under restriction of 

responsibility

I reside,

I thrive. 

I belong to the ground. 

I belong under pressure.