Reasons

Lost in the reason of living and my pen is the reason I'm giving my heart and soul to putting words together and creating a home. Deep down I never realize my eyes held water, and its harder to see them flow down my tie. Tired of of the time I spent in rain, then I finally understood I lost my hopes and dreams, all because of witches that scheme. But the game ain't made of tears, its made off fear, and holding back because you feel your emotions are queer. I kill my heart and resurrect it so they know that I'm here. And all the lies can fade, in your bottle of beer. Im all rational and tied up in chains. You felt great last night but today you drown in your pain. Look around for any host to inject with the rain. Now they crying and now you dying. But since I'm grown, I'm reaching my pennicle retaining particular parts to keep me critical. Turning and twisting but I'm still on my pivotal. It ain't over till the buzzer blow. But I'm a buzzer beater, water breather, succeeder, and cannibal eater. Im greater than great, but keep on attacking. I'm dope without the smoke, the fire, lighter and the matches. Plus you can't match my emotion like a single mother. She so addicted to the life she wish she had like a better husband. But the child's father is the mothers brother. I'm just Surprised cause all these reasons are lies and my thoughts are lost. It cost to hide from flies. Only reasons survive.