Omigosh

Off all the skies, mine is not infinite Not fit to aspire for when with a limit It flaunts no sun or a polestar Just dark, foreboding clouds by far. Of all the oceans mine is most restive Serene or stormy it is but quite tentative, Not fit to surf, cruise or sail with lolling breeze or boisterous gale. Out of all the Gods mine is different Not a pal or a foe --just indifferent, Not fit to enshrine or worship to form a religion or a fellowship. Of all the lives mine is quite curious Seriously funny or jokingly serious, Not fit to tell or write about with no mystery or labyrinthine plot. Of all the desires mine is unique It pacifies a little but revives quick, Not fit to long for in just a trice When no God or life seems to suffice. ~Meraki contest by Silent One.