My thoughts have become like clouds silent until the storm comes
My cloud sits on the top of the universe I wonder in my own thoughts and think in spurts of time
For fear, for love, for pain, but most for happiness
Happiness the heaven of all pained souls lies in the function of "to be happy"
To be loved, to find love to unwind in the world twisting in and out of all things
But all of the upmost courage that time continues.
Such time without my thoughts or yours continues
Future seems of past thoughts and fears, shameful and fearful of not knowing festers in the mind
Constantly overwhelming into unreal thoughts
As the past over laps into uncertainty of who or what is to come
I sit on clouds and watch the world I see with eyes un-jaded by the fear of one and many the thoughts of a happier day un-judged by my own fears and this is my courage that my mind sees the future of a new day instant of the fear of the past .
