WHY...

Why can’t life be chalk-n-slate?
Why can’t love tolerate?
Why can’t the chalk write the prospect?
Why can’t the duster erase the marks it’s left?

Why can’t life be all so paranomic?
Why can’t woes go dead with comic?
Why can’t the sun endure the dark?
Why can’t flowers bloom forever in the park?

Why can’t my parachute of hope dare the driving rain?
Why can’t anybody at all ease this piercing pain?
Why can’t the raindrops compete with my cry?
Why can’t promises swallow all the worldly lies?

Why can’t that comfort bracket brace me right on?
Why can’t anything just cheer me on?
Why can’t mummy tell I killed an ant on my fall anymore?
Why can’t my tide of memories make it to the shore?

Why can’t dark shadows brave those ghostly fears?
Why can’t faith still sound music to my ears?
Why can’t life bring little cheats so we’d know what’s ahead?
Why can’t peace rush back to my head?

Why can’t the rainbow paint my dream a landscape?
Why can’t my beliefs climb up to the cape?
Why can’t reasons flash back like a spark light?
Why can’t a magic wand set it all right?

Why can’t time run back to the very start?
Why can’t he vacate, when it’s been way too long I’ve vacated his heart?
Why can’t anything change my mind, nonetheless?
Why can’t… I ask myself, now that life’s turned a mess.