It should be easy.
Choose your path of life,
career, love;
However, it is complicated.
Grandparents die, unfunctional relationships wither,
and there are too many choices.
Keep me here in the air here I can
float in peace,
Knowing I have a destination.
The clouds do not care, yet they carry a nurturing air to our earth.
I would like to be like the clouds. Always
bright when it is sunny;
but they can carry rain for miles only to drop it onto the earth,
nurturing the ground with its heavy burdens.
Their darkness gives us rest and its water invigorates.
They are always changing.