Musings of a cloud
Sititng here all alone at the top of the hill in quiet revelry.
I lift my gaze up to the heavens.
Taking note of the clouds slowly, drifting by and i wonder.
Do we live our lives someitmes like a cloud?
Are we carried aloft by the wind?
With no clear destination in sight?
It would seems that sometimes we are content to lazily let the day go by and drift along unhindered.
Many other days we zip to and fro in a tizzy striving to make the most out of every minute and second we have.
But to what end?
Mabye life as a cloud wouldnt be so bad.
No worries or resposibilites just lazy days adrift in a sea of tranquility.
But what is life without purpose?
Can i be content to just simply exist.......
No direction..........
No substance...........
It is a question, we all must ask of oursleves.
Do you wish to be a cloud and drift letting the wind take you where it wills ???
Or master the wind and make your own jounrney?
Ah well these are only the simple mussings on a cloud.
By Shyron Baker
