The way it is
The way it goes
The way it flows
It’s understandable.
We might not know
We might not see
We might not reach
The undefinable.

The way it lives
The way it kills
The way it leaves
It’s understandable.
And we should try
At any time
To leave behind
A sign of penance.

Oh, Lord
Oh, Hail
Oh, Gods of any colors
Beware
Of Life
As it is ours until it’s wasted.

I know I’ve wronged
– when I was right
I know I’ve hummed
– instead of singing
I know I’ve loved
– when I was living
I know I failed.

It’s understandable.