The Reason

Vividly there is a purpose With honor we haul and stand uncertain Then later crept into a fortified lodge The essence is most times ourselves A re-make of those footsteps we follow There’s always a twitch, but never a booth Was it for love that you base your endurance? Or maybe it’s just as such, a compelling norm A splendid theory speaks a curious tale But where ever we stop, a tombstone marks the feet Countless eras explains the change we pursue The partners we engage may divert the aim we leap At least there is logic for one to be submissive A cause to be bold pushed and detained Still to what do we owe our reason for the flag we mount As for me, I console to Poetry!