So much worry, So much to do,
Maybe I need to catch a breath or two
To stop and stay, to pause and pray
To tell those worries to stay away

Go colour the world, Scream and shout
There's not a thing you need to worry about
These worries will soon fade away
Fond memories that will forever stay

Standing here as thoughts fill the air,
These thoughts so random
These thoughts so rare.
Questions so silly,
They make me wonder
What would it be like to touch a thunder?
Or maybe if rain could turn to snow?
I think these questions are random no more...