Why God? (A tribute to Kevin Hart)
Necessities and luxuries have mixed,
the moon stayed still in the heavens.
Not a cloud above my Long Island home,
while the fog laid at rest on our roads.
At the mouth of the tunnel there is light,
(It shows there is an end goal).
The car will not start up,
(It means I must walk the path).
My hands - frozen on her head.
My eyes - she tears in mourning.
I question the purpose of life,
before I take it from my soul.