...could be applied to a Nor'easter, eschatology, or anything we obsess over:
Expectation run amok,
Panic all around
As everybody tries to figure out
Good or bad? What kind of luck?
How much on the ground?
But what is the excitement all about?
We’ve been in this place before
(Every year, it seems)
And yet our minds convince us it’s all new.
Forgetting what is in store
Like vague, fuzzy dreams
Obscuring all that we know to be true.
It is vital to prepare
For what comes ahead
And guarantee that we have all our tools
But try not to even care,
Working out a sum,
Or wond’ring where or when: you’ll look like fools