The Worry
January 9, 2015
It was a hot sweaty sticky summer day
As I wander along the beaten path I lay
I stared at the cloud filled sky
I felt way up high
As if I was a midnight dreamer
I thought I saw a streamer
Turns out what I saw was a party
As I sit thinking about this party, I worry.
I worry because what if someone falls off of a cloud.
As if in a moments notice I feel proud.
I decided I don’t need to worry
It all becomes blurry as to why I was worried
I worried because I am the one on that cloud
I suddenly feel
As if I am falling
Falling off of that cloud.
Into the unknown,
That is why I worry.
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