Day 204 of 366: It is what it is

I've put all things into place

And skipped ahead of the race 

And even with the myriad preparations

I find myself lost in translation 

Things I did to rush 

Was pointless too much

And with all the preemptive I made

Still now I make haste

Victim of the circumstances 

But it us what it is 

I cannot complain 

For these are the things

I need to do anyway