It's one of those kind of nights...

Try as I might,
I can't step away from these expectations I have.
Always hoping for the best,
Even in the worst of situations.
Playing out a million different scenarios in my mind,
But throwing the pessimistic in the proverbial recycling bin of my thought-sphere,
Whilst placing the most hopeful, yet unlikely, on a pedestal, like shiny, golden stars.
Yet, despite this, I find myself, disgustingly, settling for the most mundane of outcomes,
Ironically crossing my fingers for my "eventual" knight-in-shining-armor.

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