False Sound Approaching

In hopes again.
What’s daydreamed will surface sometime.
Dressed up to the mirrors approval.
It’s only me that should matter to myself.
Future visions of tomorrow at times rush the moments of right now.
Constant expectations have butterflies in the stomach aggravated.
Moments waiting quietly bring peace amongst everything that must be done.
As long as the lights are shining I know it’s on its way here.
Finally when it’s arrived stress has subsided into a healing calm.