Reaper That Sows Them
Reasons why I stay in my mind and write poetry
Is because of doors that keep opening and locking
As I deal with all these notions
I make all the words
And turn them into potions
Pouring out parts of my soul
As my mind holds them in like a deep ocean
I don't know where il be tomorrow or what holds them
All I know is my will is the key that keeps me going
And it's only I that reaps and sows them
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