There was a day like a blue ray in a red sky
and there I am and I ask why?

Why does time move us towards a
pre-defined uncertainty of a blue sky with
hot red rays of quantum decay?

There was a day like a blue ray in a red sky
and there I am and I ask why?

Why, oh why are we finding the night to be
our answer to pray, a prayer like a play on our
hot minds on a tray in an oven of clay?

There was a day like a blue ray in a red sky
and there I am and I ask why?

Because I couldn't find a better rhyme!