[ RF ] Gazing up at the clouds you watch them shift and change while reminiscing about the past .

Perhaps my choices had been wrong. Perhaps they were right. 
 
 Watching the clouds now, I see them shift into shapes and objects, images and fate. I can see my choices linger there, in the sky, where they duel and fight over which becomes reality. Do I chose the left? Or the right? The good? Or the bad? They act viciously, mauling each other like tigers. Both clouds have a major quality. Both result in a changed future. It depends on which I find the better for me. But both clouds are hard to choose. 
 
 But then I see the middle ground, the cloud who sits and watches. It does not act, but only sees. It has no majorly good qualities, but nothing majorly bad either. It's the cloud for which creates the least problems in the long run. Yet it is so normal. There is nothing special about it, nothing exciting about it's appearance or act. Does it bring satisfaction to my life? Does it bring something new? Or does it simply let me continue forward, to a life that will probably revert back to the two dueling clouds, with the middle cloud silently watching me and waiting for it's chance. 
 
 I only watch now, but it is hard to choose.
