Where's the reason today

The repeated day

One of war and labored breath

And I am not the words I
Say

Words that spring themselves

Out of decay and impulse

They say too much

And the rest of me

Sinks in the rendering of the end;

My brain musters memories

Of questionable victories

And they were true I could claim

But this day

Of no sign of smiles

and patience from the stands 

I must ponder reasons

The why and purpose