No Reason

I always thought to write something you really need a reason.
Every three more months can be a rhyme about a season.
The rain is wet the snow is cold today it is the weather.
Tomorrow it’s debated sometimes if it will come ever.
The past is always easy the historians record it.
To fact check all the details though, I just cannot afford it.
Honesty sounds good at first you say just how you feel.
It also has its way of turning you in to a heel.
I’d write something of outer space, but don’t know much about it.
I’d write about life here on earth but everyone would doubt it.
To write about the hereafter is not without it’s problems.
No matter what I write someone will say that I have fallen.
Some say truth is relative, others that its final.
Some wackos even thought that God had spoke to them on vinyl.
So anyway it’s obvious a point here isn’t needed.
Even if I’d tried my point here started as a reason.