So many people can't believe it,
Nothing here is to stay.
And many people can't believe it,
Everything goes away.
So many people can't believe it,
That time can not
For them stop.
Or be blocked from them to be delayed.

So many people can't believe it,
To them came change.
So many people can't believe it,
Nothing is the same.
So many people can't believe it,
Time that is lost
Has its cost.
Who says that they have it to save?

So many,
Are waiting to be told to bend over.
So many,
Are waiting for a pinch to feel.
So many,
Are waiting to be told to bend over.
So many,
Are waiting to be shown what's real.

So many people can't believe it,
Nothing here is to stay.
And many people can't believe it,
Everything goes away.
So many,
Are waiting to be told to bend over.
So many,
Are waiting for a pinch to feel.
So many,
Are waiting to be told to bend over.
So many,
Are waiting to be shown what's real.
So many,
Are waiting to be shown what's real.

Lawrence S. Pertillar

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-to-be-shown-what-s-real/