My Predictions...

Its a new dawn.
The promise of a bright day.
Flowers smile and birds sing
And I feel its a new day too.

I go out on my usual journey
Across the bustling and lively city.
Its a joy to see happy people
When you are yourself happy.

The day goes by as usual
And I forget the predictions
I made the night before:
Now that the darkness has cleared.

The day ends for all
And everyone returns:
Even the birds which set out
On their expedition at dawn.

Not even a whole day passed
Before I made my predictions...
And I forget about them
In the daily illusions...

But they come true in the end,
As the day sinks into darkness
And I return to my usual gloom.
Why can’t my predictions be wrong sometimes?