Cyclone: Quelle Différence

Nothing like
A cup of tea
At the end
Of a long day,

Especially when has
Muscles on it,
Amazingly refreshing
And so uncomplicated,

Particularly on such a
Different day,
One full of surprises,
And unpleasant demises:

First course,
Banana and peanut butter sandwich,
Followed by
Some sardine chowder,

With stacks of grief
And misery
On the side,
And then in peace I did abide,

But only a temporarily dose,
As too full already
From the third course,
So how much good did it me?

Can I ever really be free?
And how could I tell?
Or, would I simply disappear
Or dissolve into fear?

What next will appear?
Will the way ever be clear?
When will I stop asking
Silly questions,
Or, have I only yet to find the best ones?