A Poem About Expectations and Reality

I’ve imagined a dragon before–

Thrown it together with horns, scales, and talons.

I’ve thought about watching it soar–

Higher than all of the peaks and mountains.

Could I ever see it if it flew?

Or find it dwelling hidden away?

Is expecting something too much to do?

Am I anticipating too much astray?

What if it’s shy, small, and weak–

What if it buzzes and hums rather than flies?

Would I have found what I seek?

Or would the skies keep hold of my eyes?

For now I’ll never know

Of something I dreamt ago.

I’ll float in perpetual dreams

That everything is as it seems.

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