In the realm where dreams are born,
Expectations weave their thread,
Painting skies in hues of dawn,
Whispering futures still unread.
The heart crafts castles in the air,
With visions bright and bold,
Yet shadows linger, unaware,
Of stories left untold.
Each hope a star in endless night,
Guiding paths unseen,
But storms may dim their gentle light,
As wishes chase the fleeting dream.
Embrace the dance of what may come,
With courage and with grace,
For in the journey, we become,
The dreams we dare to chase.