In the quiet stillness of my mind,
Expectations whisper soft and kind,
Painting dreams upon the sky,
Reaching for stars, aiming high.
They weave a tapestry of what could be,
A future bright, for all to see,
Yet shadows lurk within their frame,
A hidden risk, a fragile game.
When reality meets the dream’s embrace,
Some hopes will bloom, others face,
The bitter truth, the harsh reveal,
That not all dreams can become real.
Still, we chase with hearts so pure,
The vision clear, the allure,
For without the dreams, the hope, the light,
Life’s canvas would be dull and trite.