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.
Copyright © Eldy Ruiz | Year Posted 2006
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