Seasons

You can never change what has already come...

Strong winds blowing 

Darkness quickly growing

Rain pleating hard against cars

Like the sounds of war

Quickly growing louder

Everyone moving around faster

With each second passing by

I close my eyes 

Feeling the blast of fright

With the rush of lights 

Against my eye lids 

I hear people asking if I need aid 

I just beam

As I stand on the seam

The seam of craziness and reason 

For I am just a season 

That is forever changing

Never staying 

Because none can tame 

What has already came