Isn’t it strange that I am your voice of reason
but not my own? And for good reason, too.
Me being your conscience seems so unreasonable:
there are so many reasons why I shouldn’t be,
why you shouldn’t listen to me,
and yet you do.
Words fail me. Reasons fail you.
You are not my reason for being here,
just as I am not the reason that you’re still here too.
There’s no rhyme nor reason to any of this.
No raison d’être to be found in our town.
‘Reasons’ doesn’t look like a real word anymore,
for some reason.
It looks like it should be the season for treason.
No rhyme, no reason.
No rhyme nor reason to be found in our town.
An excellent piece!
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Thank you, Chris – it’s not one of my best but I’m glad you like it 🙂
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I like this because … ah, reason’s overrated! I just do …
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I love the repeat of the refrain. This is so lyrical and true and works so well when read outloud. Gorgeous piece.
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