A release of broken wayward yesterdays
A reason, a cause, an explanation of why
No longer needed
No reason to cry
No cause for understanding
An explanation of words
No longer listening, and never quite heard
A run, a move, an escape of a tie
The grounds for exhibits that sends one to die
A motivation for evading, the feeling, oh my
A reason, a cause, an explanation of why
No more explaining, clear as my eyes
Over and done and death passes by
The feeling of purpose
A point that was made
Of rationale beauty,
love that concaved
A swerve, a crumple, a bend in the road
Not as expected, but truth does unfold
No goal is needed
No aim in disguise
No more tears to fall from cloudy blue skies
No more reasons to hide in shadows, denied
The purpose of human being, never understood…
The reason of why, like nectar, sweet and so good