What Is Asked

In the silent chambers where dreams take flight,

Lurk silent whispers, veiled from sight,

Expectations, seeds in the fertile ground,

Where aspirations and reality are bound.

A whispered promise, a silent plea,

Expectations shape what we aim to be,

They paint the future with hopeful hues,

A map of desires, a path we choose.

In the heart's yearning, they find their place,

Molding dreams with delicate grace,

They fuel ambition, they spark the drive,

In the pursuit of what makes us alive.

Yet, expectations, a double-edged sword,

They soar as eagles or strike discord,

For in their weight, lies both delight,

And the burdens that dim the light.

They set the bar for what's to come,

A scale against which all's weighed and plumbed,

They dance on threads of hope and fear,

Crafting scenarios, vivid and clear.

In relationships' embrace, they often reside,

Shaping connections, with standards implied,

In the silent spaces where hearts converse,

Expectations weave, sometimes coerce.

In life's grand theatre, they take the stage,

Scripting tales on every page,

A chorus in the human drama spun,

In the pursuit of what's yet to be won.

But in their clasp, we often find,

The seeds of discontent entwined,

For when reality veers astray,

Expectations falter, then drift away.

Oh, expectations, in your silent decree,

You shape our world, both you and me,

In your embrace, dreams take flight,

Yet beware the shadows you incite.

For in the balance of what we desire,

Lies the delicate dance of paths entire,

May we wield your power with utmost care,

In the pursuit of dreams, to tend and share.