It Is What It Is

My brain is clouded
Mind is weary
This place is cold
Damp and dreary

I'm trying to focus
On things of necessity
But what comes to mind
Is you and my revelry

You see I know
That I can live without
I'm living independent
Of this I have no doubt

But I've always been a dreamer
I can't help but dream
Of the future to come
Of what things seem

I base things on reason
I wish fact meant more
Analytical in nature
It makes my brain sore

This and that
I'm overdoing
Quid pro quo
Never assuming

Spilling out thoughts
Playing with words
Reading up on life
Disposing the absurd

Overcoming the madness
That we call life
Looking on to the future
While paying my price

Putting in my time
Of work and effort
Never overlooking
What I can do better

Trying to keep
The past where it lay
And courageously move on
To a bright and brand new day

Hope love joy peace
All these things put my mind to ease
Writing rhyming reading doing
Keep my mind constantly moving

Controlling my thoughts
Never giving in
Steadfast in my motives
Hardheaded to the end