Give Way

Worried about the weather.
Distressed and second-guessing.
It’s depressing how the stars
Look down on this farce
That lasts and lasts
And lasts and lasts.
It’s laughable,
Dirty and soluble:
A manifested problem.

It is what it is.
We are what we are.
Time: refinable,
But unable to cure the insufferable.

A fable that holds the truth.
Told till you’re blue in the face.
Till you can fill this void with a space.

I am a derivative of myself
And all that you want me to be.