give me a reason to be

In the essence of my mind, we find,
I cannot procreate the time,
To seek a line, that will save the night,
Instead we stumble on landmines,
That destroy a perfect a shine,
So we sew my mouth shut,
In the hopes I won’t stut-stut-stutter up a perfect storm
That leaves us forlorn,
So we a ideate a new plan, a new scam,
That will leave us unscathed, unpaid, without my former renegade.