The way I am

Somethings just exist for a reason
others just exist without reason
darkness falls on daylight
shadows fall in light.
Today, I don’t know reason
I guess its too late to reason
the coming and going of seasons
now slowing down for no reason
If I seems to have lost it
style, preference, class or taste
its not because I do not care
at crossroads I am, seasons seem not to care