there is no reason in any season for these things I do I stand here naked nothing is sacred right here in front of you my logic defies beyond surprise a lack of common sense I march without intent my passion spent is my lone defense if I could change maybe rearrange the way my mind concludes upon my perch my empty eyes search these cosmic interludes no there is no reason unless you think treason to the language I speak as I rehearse these thoughts so terse it's not even Greek