Blinding Flash

A blinding flash,

To start the day,

I wonder why,

I have to boil,

The water and carry,

It up the steps,

To wash and clear yester's grime,

Is it not enough to just begin?

Why must I stumble to pick things up?

Why is it all hard to talk to you?

To say what's clear and unwanted to,

I guess that's why I start with WHY.