Few Questions Poem by Andy Procter

Why can't I stop my tears which are falling continuously from my eyes?
Why can't I get the chance to make my soul true when it tells lies?
Why can't I stop forgetting someone, who is in the inner part of my heart?
Why can't I raise time of my life which is too short?

Why can't I stop the time which is running ahead itself?
Why can't I trim my anger towards myself?
Why can't I stop going to the dreaming world, where someone is waiting for me?
Why can't I create a new heaven in this beautiful world which I really want to see?