Poem: It is what it is…

Lost with no direction to the space and time we’re in, a perfect escape from the overstimulated mind and skin.

Taken to new heights and left on the streets below, unable to come to grips with the way things are – so we go.

Down a dark path and left in the light of day, some of us work for nothing while others get everything for play.

Struggles with faith and believing by sight, because we all know what comes of knowing the darkness of night.

It hides there in truth and it’s there for the world to see, but we’re blind to facts and that truth so we just let it be.

Can’t trust what the eyes see,

Can’t trust what the heart feels,

Can’t trust what the mind believes,

So how do we know what’s real?

Brought low and name dropped by our own tongues,

Felt high and bets are placed but we’ve won none.

Spoken into existence by our own desires,

burned by ourĀ  passion through our own fire.

What it’s meant to be and know it never will,

so we take what we need and leave the rest to kill.

Burdens are a burden so we lift our skirts to fly,

lightening the load of life, we’re not fit to die.

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