I think about the beauty of the sunrise.

I think about the zest of the rain.

I think of the clouds up above me,

The vast sky and even the unseen wind.

I think about the colors of the rainbow,

And the powerful billows of the sea.

I think about the cold winter snow,

And wonder what is in store for me.

I think about the wish I sent to heaven,

As I stare at the star’s flickering light.

I think about my innate madness,

And for a minute, I think I am alright.

I think about the roads of tomorrow,

And guess where I am going to be.

I think about the start and the end of it all,

And I think that there is nothing to think about, after all.