There are no rules. There is one persons expectations of the world and then their are your expectations of the world. Everyone has a different life experience then everyone else that determines what and how they believe things. A powerful person can sway the expectations of another’s world to cater for their own expectations, while the weaker person stays locked in their own world waiting for a powerful influence to sweep them away from their world of discontent.
There lies within a discontent, seeded from a deep lament,
The way you always thought it be,
Has not become now, what you see.
Fraught with worry of what is known,
Understanding little of what is shown.
I plead you know to rest your head,
The tears will stop, once their shed.