What if the dawn lives in our eyes?
What if the horizon holds no surprise?
Would the world fall to darkness and cries?
Would we be reduced to hovels and stys?
I ask Why?
So what if the world is a fallacy?
What sort of response would malice be?
But dreams aren't only a fantasy.
So would Man really respond so callously?
I call Why?
All we do is kill fireflies.
We stare into their eyes as they die.
We see the light die with a sigh.
At least we know that it tries.
I scream Why?
Is it only the little things that we prize?
What if the future is more beautiful than we realize?
What if there's more than the heroin highs?
So wait for what's later and forestall your goodbyes.