It Is What It Is

Restless tonight take this pen and write; if I could explain it all if I could use all the words... I'd promise to make sense and shed some light. I want to know it all take a step back or maybe not; wish I could wish I would... I'd replay memories flooding my vision, trade-in the bad, and fly. They hurt, they toss, and they turn; around I go nothing is clear anymore. No explanation, no wrong, and no right. Simply put It is what it is.