In the heart of silent whispers,
Expectations weave their thread,
Painting skies with hues of longing,
In dreams where futures are bred.
The dawn breaks with tender light,
Promises of what could be,
Yet shadows linger in the bright,
As we dance with uncertainty.
With every step, a silent vow,
To reach beyond the known,
Though fear may cloud the journey,
Our courage seeds are sown.
In the tapestry of tomorrow,
We find both joy and sorrow’s blend,
For within the realm of expectations,
Lies the power to transcend.