I Wonder About A Lonely Cloud

I wonder as a lonely miserable cloud

It is true, a miserable one

Or it is not

Being lonely is something miserable?

I ask

I wonder

I study

This very question in every minute I inhale

I am a critic body

Searching for love and reason

Funny isn’t it?

The funny part is that love and reason in the very same statement

Is love being reasonable or Reason is being loveable?

I wonder and wonder as a lonely cloud