I don't reason
My mind has no season
Check the inscription on my heart
Does it match the prescription on your part?
For living I don't have a reason
I don't live for a season
My maker's inscription of my life
Is the prescription I have for mine days fife
Because I don't reason
I need no special reasoning season
My prescription for mine life
Does not have to be inclusive of inscription of yourn life
Sometimes I reason surprising myself
Wondering when my reasoning season begun
Early beginnings before inscription of self
Yes mine prescription of life is now begun
I wonder when next I will reason
Or when next the reasoning bug will bite to begin the season
For the inscription on the tablet to be wrote
And the prescription on my life to be sought
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