Maybe an idea is more than a feeling 
Music in the background echoing into ears
Small conversations that mean more than their words
A 'meant to' journey that ended in a new path 
The power of nature without our control
Now, in this moment, I remember 
That true power, can't be controlled by us, 
The poets of this beautiful, isolated, complicated world 
Why do we ask for more, from nature 
From ourselves

Sometimes a storm from inside of us - can't be seen from the outside
A creation, a problem, an opportunity - to see how beautiful and complex life is
But how, in the end
A rainbow, will appear, eventually 
But 
maybe not, and sometimes, that's ok
Just, as it is 
Because, you might learn something and you might not
But rainbows dont ask for permission, and neither should we 
We might learn to enjoy, we might learn to survive 
Or, we might learn to accept 
That
Sometimes - a storm from inside of us -  can't be seen from the outside