It is what it is

It’s hard not to feel the loss

To sit and cruise in watcher mode

It’s hard not to be a participant

It’s hard.

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Day in and day out tension rises

In complicit cruelty almost never justified

And yet always repeats trying to prove

What… exactly no one knows

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There is something to this agony

As if the mills need to grind to exist

As if it stops it loses itself in folly or bliss

Hard to discern either once discernment ceases

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It is what it is

Don’t call it that

Its senses you degrade

So leave it be in what how and where

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For it is what it is…

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~