Reason

Life is a seris of moving stages, like turning pages in a book, moving seasons, bring death to life and life to death pleasant and unpleasing, moving dreams, without we would'nt grow in imagination's themes we must embark on this journey, we did'nt ask to be here and still there's this yearning, life is learning, or stay locked in the past condemned, to a future that's bleak and grim, chances are we are all without a clue, probably the point taken possibly that we sin in what we do, choices has to be made, difficult decisions most are afraid, hence most are puppets on a string deemed unfit to control their destiny, so why not let another lead you desperately, definately not enough leaders to many followers, it's a dog eat dog world the meanest dont chew their swallowers, I walk my own path I am my own man, guide my own self, create my own plans, eat out my own hands, take my own stand, and there's no crying when I am suffering, in prison on my own accord, something I could ill afford, chapters in my life's book giving my self direction, that's all it took with insurrectin, soon I'll be out of this jam in comforts thats more suitable and appeasing, I speak the truth and that is the reason,