You Get What You Expect

My world is random, for it’s what I expect Yours might be orderly, more’s the pity My world is flexible, dancing her way past the gym Your world might be lifting weights We skip toward the bakery for our scrumptious donut I believe life is like death You get what you expect If you expect sadness, dourness, sourness, meanness, Guess what? If you expect joy, hope, faith, and positive affirmations, come and sit by me I think our souls and imaginations determine our world. There is no fate, there is only free will. Free will that plots our life and our death I know my death is going to be more life than my life. How is that for free will?