Random Thoughts
Maneuvering through the day Random thoughts permeate In the most comfortable and relaxed moments Thoughts of all kinds emerge I should find them silly Even problematic Or absurd Nothing unique or unusual Like the wind that entertains me I don’t worry The Sun that warms my body I don’t worry The rain that calms my nerves I don’t worry The gift of air that keeps me alive I don’t worry I experience these regularly They are not problematic Who cares about their origin? The wind doesn't disclose its location It’s a game of selection Choices Scenarios to play Like cards in a deck Perhaps, they are gifts from the universe No meaning