OH YEAH, IT IS WHAT IT IS...

The thin ice of time

suspends a laundry list

of lingering realities

echoing a plethora

of unanswered questions.

Once bells ring,

they can never be un-rung---

like truth can never be lies,

neither can shadowing the pain

hide the scars.

It is what it is,

and all pity parties

have been cancelled.

Oh yeah, my brothers and sisters,

it is what it is:

Now you must bear the burden

of what it is.