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




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