Why?
Why is this happening to me?
Is it fate?
Or, was I too early?
Too late?
Was it the mistakes I made?
The plans I laid?
Or just fate?
Am I too staid?
Can I still catch,
A falling star?
Or is it just a meteor,
Viewed from afar?
Is love real,
Or just a sham?
Will I be loved,
For what I am?
Will the World end,
Some day soon?
Will I live long enough,
To walk on the Moon?
Why do I have to ask why?
It's only,
Pie in the sky.
That's why.
Copyright 1999 (c) Ronald W. Hull
6/27/99