In the quiet whispers of the night, we dream,
Crafting worlds of wonder with our minds,
Expectations rise like stars in the gleam,
A tapestry of hope that gently binds.

Yet morning’s light can often bring surprise,
As dreams dissolve in reality’s firm grasp,
We face the world with newly opened eyes,
Holding fragments of what we dared to clasp.

Expectations are the seeds we plant with care,
Nurtured by our faith and deepest fears,
They bloom in colors vivid, bright, and rare,
Only to wither in the touch of years.

But still, we rise with every sunlit dawn,
To dream, to hope, to set new seeds anew,
For in the heart where expectations spawn,
Lies the courage to see each journey through.