Clouds of Thought
Even when I try not to think,
Thoughts still come —
And when I try to forget,
Can anything truly be forgotten?
If I wish to move forward,
The path ahead opens —
But when my chariot halts,
Do my companions remain?
Whenever I begin to think,
Clouds of thought gather once more.
Yet life is not only sorrow,
Nor a night of endless silence.
Though fear and worry stay beside us,
They too will fade —
And in their place will come
A brighter, more beautiful dawn.

