Sometimes it is what we anticipate
The memories we already create
It is so brilliant before it happens
Certain of a tragedy in the end.
Sometimes it is emotions that saunter
The imaginative mind that wanders
Nurturing different expectations
Feeding the soul with specific visions.
Maybe it is the moments that precede
The dreams and the hopes that are still unclear
That will determine the growth of the seed
Maybe it is the joyous thought or pain
That will make a situation that way
Because are we ever shocked if it rains?