When It Always Snows

Why does it always go,
That when you want sunshine it snows?
And why is the best thing,
Always so far away?

What is the reason
That the sweetest fruit is always out of season,
When you crave it
More than any other thing?

I know not why i must wait,
Never knowing if im meant for something great.
Hoping that someday,
I'll maybe have a chance.

So please, Ye writer of the fate of us all,
Just let me be happy for more than a minute.
Just a moment of knowing,
What its like not to have to crawl.