Why?

Why do you always get in my way?
When I have something to say,
Why do you always get in between?
And never let me be seen,
Why do you even talk to her?
When you have no interest,
And nothing to say!

My anger is growing very indeed,
But I don't really feel the need,
To start a feud, between me and you,
Because I got better things to do,
Like sitting home and staring the sky,
And always asking myself - why?

Why today?
Why anyway,
Why in this cursed day?
Trust me you will pay,
For this foolish delay,
But why?
Why?

"The ripple and the wave."

The forgotten book.