IT

IT

If life is what you make of it

And pleasure is all you take from it

Then who am I

To just stand by

I'll make you question just for the sake of it

For Kafka to evolve it

For Freud to try to solve I

Although the search for reason

Continues from season to season

Time will forever dissolve it

It's easy to forget it

And never to regret it

But I won't let

This simple mind set

Allow you to plead "I don't get it"