Pick a random day, a random time, it’s always a sour mood, a deadline.
Care not for what others say, you’re in your bubble and that’s where you’re going to stay
Every day, the unicorn comes and laughs around you and tries to make a joke.
You laugh and you laugh and you laugh some more.
The day ends and it stops, silence descends on the mountain tops.
If you’re silent enough, you could hear the Echoes of thoughts spoken before
And the unicorn laughs with you.
A random day, a random time, you walked up to the top and held out your hand.
It will pass, like a cloud, drenching you in rain, for another dry pasture that never knew it came
The unicorn flies away, with the horn held high, a lesson for life
A funny little story, on a random day, at a random time.