It is what it is

It is what it is, that's what they say to me.

But is that what it's meant to be, supposed to be-

Is that all it can be?

The cold hard grip of being defies me.

Being free, happy, alive, the dream is dying.

But it is what it is, right?

It is what it is meant to be.

You can't change what you can't see.

Just allow it like you allow gravity.

Just keep swallowing the cold pill of reality.

Because it is what it is- what will be will be.

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[Misery]

It is whatever you can make of it. The one has a yard full of junk and thinks "What a mess". The another has a yard full of junk and hangs a sign: Junk and Salvage Yard...Best Prices in Town.

If "it is what it is"...then "it takes what it takes".

Your poem is very nicely worded and woven. Sorrow has brought you a bitter yet sweet moment of inspiration, my dearest poet. Well done.