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
Iíll 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
Itís easy to forget it
And never to regret it
But I wonít let
This simple mind set
Allow you to plead "I donít get it"

IT by Harry Kel

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