Why, where and when

Where are we going, and where have we been
Through some past perpendicular surreal scene,
Or some place where the heavens are scattered in grey?
It seems so much has changed since we have been away.

Why are our flowers all coloured just white
Optical illusion, or a trick of the light?
And why are our clouds coloured Autumnal gold
Are they wrapped round the sun light to keep out the cold?

Why are there no signposts upon our long road
and why is there nothing to lighten our load?
Yet why do we smile when inside we just frown
And why so seldom up, and yet so often down?

When will our promises mirror our dreams
And when will our final one glow as it gleams,
Like sails in the sunset, like a rainbow at dawn
Like the soft glint of beauty each time it is born.

When will our nightmares turn into our Prayers
When the lantern burns bright at the foot of our stairs,
And finally when will our spirits be free
To sail in the breeze of life’s eternal sea?