No reason

I abhor reasons;
I do not want to labour them:
My sound captors too are tired.
Some footsteps are just hired to tell.
Every season has got reasons:
Reasons can be cooked.
Maybe every reason is a purpose.
Some will sweep the board;
Others will leave bare-handed.

If you tell me positive reasons:
Reasons of birds flying higher
Than others of flipping wings in formation
Like the wise geese.
Oh! Then it’s sweet.
Winners haven’t heard ‘why questions’
Because ‘why questions’ befell
The indolent palms.
Reasons can make one blue.

If we listened to reasons,
The clock wasn’t going to be steady.
We need to lose compassion for
Us to move and make responsible humanity.
We need to say, ‘no! you failed’.
We have to grant spines to ‘because’.
Reasons are cloying to the tongue
That so releases them.
Oh! Nicotine to failure.