The Wispy Clouds

The wispy clouds make me wonder,

Why life as it is,

Is such an oxymoron,

A kaleidoscope of emotions,

A tangle of the good,

The bad and the worst,

Of everything I ever and always,

Wanted to have for me,

So I sit in this cafe,

In the early morning,

And sigh at how wonderful,

And beautiful it all is.