If you ask me what it is, you're already asking the wrong question.
And if you're asking questions, you're wasting your time.
It is what it is. It is exactly what it is.
So don't try to read so far into it.
And don't try and look past it. There's nothing else there.
It is what it is, and it is all there is.
Get over it. It's no big thing.
And even if it was, there's nothing you could do about it.
If you're waiting for someone to help you, you're going to be waiting a long time.
Because there isn't anyone here.
There isn't anyone anywhere.
If it's all there is, it shouldn't be that hard to see.
So stop talking. Stop thinking. Stop squinting your eyes. Hold still--
And you'll probably get it.
If you ever get it, don't tell me. I'm not even here.
Just throw out something vague
Some poem, or sigh, or exclamation
Something so vague it just drifts
And something good might come of it somehow
That's all you can really hope for...
Some people have it figured out. Some may never.