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