self-fulfilling prophecy

expecting something to go wrong

almost becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy

when it happens time and time again

part of me is almost relieved

underneath the mask of disappointment

or maybe the relief is the mask

to hide the dissatisfaction

either way, the cycle continues

and the beliefs I hold

about how life is going to go

determine my reality

much more than luck does

my thoughts

are the smoke

clouding my vision

of what’s really there

too much smoke

makes it hard to see

but impossible to breathe

blindly trying to find my way

aimlessly wandering

hoping I’ll eventually get on track

or miraculously arrive at the right spot