Troubles

I am so delusional, I think I’m just unusual bare back riding on my Unicorn I shall sing, up on high through clouds I fly so remarkable… an experience ringing shells still humming in my head, Fluffy white clouds linger high, over this baby blue sea how can I deal with other troubles, there not mine, my need to solving what, is shrouded in this mystery maybe together one solution, sorted in our possession, Momentarily to do nothing will arise it’s light, we shall see, though, behold our insight our gift from above, love to be what may, is all we can resort to, then let it be gallop swiftly, hold on to any rein life provides, feel tender affection