What It Is

You can make it all happen, with a wave of your hand
Sprouting out something that you don’t understand
Seeping in slowly, degree by degree
Making it harder for you not to be
There is no description
You can’t pull it apart
You can’t work your way backwards and get to the start
You suddenly see for yourself that it’s gone too far
Too far

I’m not saying that it’s wrong
I’m not saying that it’s right
I’m not letting go, but I’m not holding tight
I’m not saying it’s the future
I’m not saying it’s the past
I’m not saying it’s gone and it’s not gonna last

There’s no definitive answer
There is no key
The message is sent from somewhere you can not see
Anyone watching would wonder just who you are

Alone in yourself all the time
It’s not easy
To ignore, everything that you are
While it’s pleading
There in your face and behind
This is the time

You can not ignore figuring it out
You can’t give it strength
Or water it down
There’s no absolution
There’s no consequence
I’ve told you my story ’til it didn’t make sense

I’m not calling on favours or angling for gain
Or giving a travelogue of all of my pain
Where I’m going with this, is just where you are

Alone in yourself all the time
It’s not easy
To ignore, everything that you are
While it’s pleading
There in your face and behind
This is the time

What it is
What it is
What it is
What it is, is just what it is

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