Questioning the universe.

Letter for the impossible 

Dear Universe, 

Forgive me for not being terse 

In this land you left me feeling worse 

Despite my hatred I shan't curse 

For that would spoil the verse 

But where was I? 

A yes, the childish question of why 

Why can't men run faster than light can fly? 

Why can't good people really reach for the sky? 

Is that a form of life you simply deny? 

While you dangle these dreams before my eye 

Forcing me into this place that has made me cry 

Where many people strangle truth into a lie 

Using hope to cope with life  

Filled with strife and hate  

Which causes people to berate others 

We kill each other when we should be brothers 

While in some other plane 

Heroes stop the reign of the insane 

Which follows a chain 

That leads to peace, yet here that begins to cease 

As our world is a dome  

That continues to roam away from that area 

Causing mass hysteria, that leads to death 

To know every day somebody draws their last breath 

While hearts lay still against the victims' will 

And you sit there while I try to grill you into this thought 

Hoping some emotion will be caught in your void 

I'm tired of being toyed by you 

Please make the impossibly good true 

That is what want 

To go to that world where the balance of good and bad belong 

So, I question you, why is that so wrong?