It Is
It is what it is,
It doesn’t choose.
You are the one to choose.
It will be what you want it to be,
The thing to
Hate,
Love,
Curse,
Bless,
Lead on,
Follow.
It is what it is.
It just,
Is.
It is everything it is nothing it just floats down rivers of words they replenish him.. Thank you for the uncontrollable urge to thank you again...iip oh..yes..a ten.
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I adore your bluntness, because it makes such a beautiful mystery, a mind-boggling puzzle, and yet it is so simple, the picture before you. All you have to do is put the pieces together. Great job.