Oh
why,
oh
why,
I
so
often
ask,
I
ponder
all
night,
but
it’s
such
a
great
task.
After
rounds
of
deep
thinking,
with
the
clock
gears
a’
clinking,
I
turn
with
a
great
sigh,
yet
can
think
nothing.
Oh
why,
oh
why?
In
times
of
dour
need,
with
haste
in
the
mind,
we
are
offered
but
cherry
seeds,
nothing
else
we
could
find.
The
dark
clouds
break
with
a
bolt
of
lightning,
the
crowds
all
freak
but
continue
with
fighting.
Many
sob
and
say
heartless
goodbyes,
but
so
many
more
stand
clueless,
at
most
they
give
a
sigh.
As
the
world
crumbles,
with
no
help
in
sight,
we
all
but
mumble,
let
alone
put
up
a
fight.
When
rain
falls
and
towns
whither,
when
coffee
and
chicken
begin
to
taste
bitter,
the
danger
is
here
and
darkness
is
nigh,
yet
cheery
we
are,
some
even
high.
When
the
world
screams
for
mercy,
when
the
fish
gasps
for
air,
we
know
the
end
is
coming,
but
run
we
don’t
dare.
The
red
sky
may
be
falling,
the
blue
crows
may
be
calling,
we
care
less
if
we
die,
yet
sleep
in
Hell’s
pit,
to
freedom
we
fly.
Humans
are
cruel,
it’s
undeniably
fact,
but
humans
are
fools,
that’s
why
they
are
fat.
To
fly
in
the
sky
with
their
almighty
brains,
to
furrow
below
into
Mother
Nature’s
veins,
for
what
they
know
not
-
perhaps
it’s
for
pie,
but
their
lives
are
lost,
for
not
or
for
lies.
Life
is
incredible,
incredibly
unfair,
while
some
are
born
rich,
others
live
in
your
hair.
While
the
bluebird
glides
with
a
heavenly
grace,
and
the
fat
bug
tumbles
and
smashes
a vase,
the
potato
but
rolls
into
a
puddle
of
lye,
and
is
butchered
and
murdered.
Oh
why,
oh
why.