The sky is blue
I want it to be mauve
Thoughts are in a mess
But I think they can be sorted

The coffee is hot
I want it to be cold
The wind is cool
I want it to be warm

The sky is clear
But I want it to be cloudy

I know its not that difficult
But I choose to complicate it

Cattle can’t fly
But I want them to
I can see the reason
But I want to ignore it

The heart aches
I’m trying to mend it
Questions are simple
But I’m trying to gauge the answers

My mind thinks logically
But I can’t see through it
Has logic ever helped
I know the answer isn’t trivial

All these parallel running threads seem so independent
Why can’t they all work in different contexts
I know I was difficult on you
But I’m sure you can see
The mess I am in, leaves me no option.

I wish feelings were binary
and answers were public
If emotions weren’t private
life could have been simpler!