A painfully long "short story"..

The sand has been dripping,
The way it does,
Time has flown by,
Not bothering to wait for us,
It's a world working just fine,
The way it's supposed to be,
Letting brains work above conscience,
This is what one would get to see,
My face in the mirror,
And yours somewhere inside,
I see two souls,
Existing miles apart,
What's meant to be,
And what we make of it,
Talking big about heights,
Of angels and the skies,
In the end the only thing that disturbs,
Is the one word you'd hate the most-
"WHY"?