When your mantra has become don’t expect more
don’t expect more don’t expect more,
will you still carry on?
Will you wonder if all the holes you’ve been killing yourself to dig have been based on a map that you don’t know how to read yet?
You rotate it over and over and over again.
Your finger is still placed on that spot marked X, and it looks like some impossible destination, but
maybe it’s just that you can’t figure out quite where that is in relation to the you that you are right now.