Expectations

In the realm of dreams, expectations soar high,
Beneath the azure, where aspirations lie.
Whispers of hope paint futures bright,
Guiding our souls through the darkest night.

We weave our desires into threads of fate,
Crafting illusions, anticipating a date,
Where promises bloom in gardens unseen,
And realities blend with visions keen.

Yet expectations dance on fragile strings,
Balanced between joy and sorrow's wings.
For what we envision may stray afar,
Leaving behind a lingering scar.

In the tapestry of life, we trace each line,
Chasing the echoes of dreams divine.
But in the dance of destiny, twists abound,
Shaping our stories, where truths are found.

Expectations, both friend and foe,
Fueling our journey as we ebb and flow.
In the symphony of existence, they play their part,
Guiding the rhythm of the human heart.

So let us embrace the uncertain unknown,
For in its depths, our spirits are grown.
In the interplay of hope and reality's call,
We discover the beauty of standing tall.