so i lie awake at night,
and i wonder,
and i dream,
about a future still,
without thunder
or a stream.

a stream,
a thought,
of conciousness,
around rocks and earth it flows,
to paths lay unadventured,
without lifes fears or woes.

for a woe is just a thought,
rationale never explained.
to fear is to bring acceptance,
to that thought without a name.

so hold your head up high,
never fear the unexplained,
your future will be bright,
like the sky after its rained.