reason ?

argued and fought
my creative thought
bent it into submission
so reality could rise to the surface
for my conscious eyes to see
my pencil, giving unclear thought
a voice of reason
a language for my words
purpose on these lines
a mental photo of a not so poetic life
pictures of
my reality ?
my insanity  ?
creativity ?
elusive fragments
of manic thought
broken pieces of my-self
wanting to be free of reality
i found reason chewing on the
unreasonable part of my brain
trying to eat the words
of a diseased mind
so i let my sickness of her chain
to control him
she went to far
freeing my mind
of rational thought
free ? of thought ?
i think
i thought
unreasonably reasonably
is there any reason ?
maybe . . .i think to much.

will you try to control reason ?