Expectations

Walking
In ocean sized puddles
Been mild as of late
Water
Made to get into your boots
As though socks were
Magnetic
Only attracting water
Gravity affecting the weak
Gravity affecting the drunk
I know how easy it would have been
To say yes
To give in
Yet my gut said no
I have to decide with my gut
Or decide with my heart
Switching
From patches
Of puddles
To patches of cement
Ice on the slide
Across the parking lot
I just cannot
Give into their desires
Give into their expectations