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