Why?

When I ride my loved bike between two cars,

Why not get crushed like a foil between the dies?
Why not end up amidst those glittering stars,
Like a forlorn forgotten twinkler in the dark skies?

There’s a poison bottle somewhere under the sink,
Why should I not pour a shot and sip my drink?
Why should I run a rat race amidst such stink,
When I could be gone in a day if not a blink?

Tell me why, Oh tell me why,
Tell me why I shouldn’t die.