something about

Something About

Something about the way things are

I can not say that it is right or even wrong

Tho it does seem to always happen at the wrong time

Always looking for it it to be not so long

But yet it seems so wrong

I see things different from a time form before

But I must say

From time time or even by time, I am it’s whore

More and more

But what can one do?

Being it’s , time, clown and fool

But to go like I do

And let it be what it will be

 But yet , I still fight to be free

So it is what it is, it will be what it will be

But I ask in the end

Will I still be me

Of what I am  or what I have become