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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!
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