Why does the heart moan on befallen graves?

Why flows the tears- emotional slaves?

Why stare into blank spaces when scenes dont change?

Why try to believe its normal, when it really is so strange?

 

Why wait for the clouds to clear?

Why fear for that which is dear?

Why look for the truth in a pool of lies?

Why say hello in the midst of goodbyes?

 

Why be disheartened when its time to leave?

Why still hold memories in a penseive?

For what its worth, dry, the couds may run

So hold up the umbrella and wait for the sun