It Is What It Is

It is what it is, and it couldn't be better!

Or could it? But if it were, it wouldn't be.

For, it wouldn't remain if it could!

Life's every truth, if rooted in myth,

Mystifies! Or so it tries, and with

So many cons dealing emotions,

Succumbs!

It is what it is, and none of it matters!

Or, does it? If it did, it shouldn't be.

For, it wouldn't be the same then!

Like everything else comes desire,

From the silent, dark, potent chasm,

And when it matures into ambition,

Tips the scales!

It is what it is, an unending race!

Or is it not? If not, it shouldn't be.

For, then would be total stillness!

The various imbalances are of the

Creatures, by the creatures alone,

And will take the creatures down

To their bitter end!

It may not seem so, but it shall pass,

For, it is what it is, and no other.

It is what it is, and that makes it all right!

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

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