The Reason for my doing,
created because of the wants and needs
of my soul...
...
A Society filled of unspoken thoughts,
where words run rampid in the minds of those wishing not to be heard...
Pusllaminous hearts, crammed with unversacious words...
-For those filled with truth,
...
Smell the Aroma of life, Jubilantly...
Long For the Soul of Sound To Express its Purpose.
Visualize the Dawn of a Yellow Sea.
...
The Reason
The Reason for my doing,
created because of the wants and needs
of my soul...
My needs lie in the shadows beyond shadows,
allowing my wants to run rampid.
My reasons are viewable,
still the lens remain unfocused.
Life demands a reason for my doings,
Yet, Life displays no mercy when I come up short with no answers.
...and still, Life continues to question...
and for that reason,
I continue to do...