Reason ......

 

Reason 

I sing because the moment there 

and my life is complete. 

'm not gay nor am sad: 

I am a poet. 

Brother of fleeting things, 

I do not feel joy or torment. 

Go through nights and days 

in the wind. 

If you fall apart or inluding, 

to stand or undo me, 

- I do not know I do not know. 

I do not know if I stay 

or step. 

I know that corner. And the song is everything. 

Blood has eternal rhythmic wing. 

And I know someday I'll be mute: 

- nothing more.