What Are They? (or) What Is It?

Now that is a difficult question that nags very often
What are they?
Or what is it?
It’s not a small world
There are innumerable things in this world
Picking out one thing to say ‘It is this’ or ‘It is that’ –
Is so difficult damn difficult damn damn difficult
Because is so big a world with so so many things
What are they then?
Or what is it?
Now that is a difficult question that nags very often
Like the blowing wind that would never stop
Bothering the creaky screechy window
Creak screech move forward
Creak screech move back
Creak screech move left
Creak screech move right
Sending down weirdly disgusting sensations
On your teeth on your teeth
When you do not feel like getting up from the chair
And go fix the window to keep it from moving
To stop the creak to stop the creak
It’s like that – that question or the feeling
When you do not really know
But still badly do want to figure out
What are they?
Or what is it?