It is what it is

Time runs slowly tonight down your cheeks
Into a pool of regrets and sadness, soaking your sheets
When did this happen, how?
Warmth never felt so cold, a heart never beat so slow, feel so heavy
How did it get to this?
Melancholic consequences of inaction, bravado, misguided, mis-guarded
Indeed, pride comes before the fall
When did you fall, so deeply?
Couldn't catch yourself falling down the path you laid before you
Stumbling over the wall you so carefully built
Did you succeed in keeping anything out; or did you keep it in?
Does the wall feel safe still; has it kept out that which you most abhor?
What we dread often finds it way to our doors, beating it down forcefully
Till we accept that it is what it is, what it is is a feeling over which we have no control
Is this how you planned it; is this what you wanted?