It
by Harry Kel

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 it 
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 
To allow you to plead "I don’t"