BEYOND ALL REASON

They ask who I am,

Where I've been,

What I do.

They tell me to state,

Define,

Elaborate more.

That’s how they find the most to critic upon

That’s how they compare if I suitably fit or not…

 

They laugh in my tears,

Batter as I proceed,

Smile and offer the unwelcoming hand;

All in want

More like some predicted symbiosis

But that’s what they’ll be

The user of the dagger...

They make and use me

They misuse and cause me to wonder

They re-do their acts with wisdom

But in life you either give your best or turn to the next

Well,

I still wonder…

They want and truly need

They find solace and peace in my aura

They feel great

More than inspired around

They find comfort in the word “friend”

Well they might have a true calling

Oh well...

They give and cradle birth

They rule and place,

More like control the strings,

And I'm the puppet

They are the cave-

The cave you run to and from

“Forever indebted.”

But again, life is generational...

They still ask me

Who are you?

Where are you from?

What do you do?

Well,

I’m just a REASON.