Monday. January 3, 2011

it is what it is

it is what it is

doesn't matter how many times i repeat to myself
"it is what it is"
the fact that my inner-eyes were
carrying the heavier burden of a sadder soul
weighed in disappointments of unfulfilled goals
makes these words relentlessly cruel and judgmental

and
i am still shedding 
people

still waiting and repeating
"it is what it is"
again and again
"it is what it is"
like a chant
like a prayer
"it is what it is"

it is an impossible sick prayer on the wind
and i don't believe a minute that it is true
deeply afraid that 
it is far from being over