Desert Oasis

If I were to have my very own genie to grant me three wishes, as in the tales of old I would ask for but one- Let not this new found bliss come to an end although it is said all good things must. And even as I bask, sated in my enchanted oasis dark clouds loom on the horizon. Unpleasantries, complications (and those things that must be dealt with) taint what joy I have gleaned while caught in a whirlwind. Yet, I have my solace and guide midst lashing grains of sand -my desert star shines brightly. And so, I grasp what positive drifts my way salvage what I can this "shipwreck" just another episode of a bizarre life. But I do not complain only ponder the future and hope to play my cards wisely -carefully. While sometimes I think of Shakspeare's tangled web wondering am I spider or prey?