'It is what it is'

From promises of 'The Three Musketeers' so grand,

Tying friendship bands in a binding strand,

Laughing hysterically at jokes so lame,

Wishing the math teacher'd call in sick—oh, the game!

To dining alone in a city so strange,

Teens dressed like they've aged, a peculiar change,

Scrolling through reels at 3 am, evading sleep's embrace,

Yearning for love, a silent plea in the night's space—

We ALL GREW UP!

Adulthood rushed in, life's swift flash,

Suddenly, the world felt numb, a harsh clash,

People came, they left, and some circled back,

I could have cried in agony, an anguish so black.

The agony that's woven in our human thread,

Yet, I pushed it away, in the end, I said,

'It is what it is,' a mantra to keep,

Who knows what lies in the depths of you?

Who cares if you're an epitome of love, true?

Deceived by minds, misguided and blind,

We wake each morn with no passion to find,

Yet, we run on the wheel of life, a relentless pursuit,

For what? The world in our minds, serene and astute.

And yet, we choose monotony, oh, why?

In our heads, a perfect world does lie.