See it the way you want to.
Call it what you wish.
Hop on one leg and do backflips.
Bling, trinkets and obsession with possessions,
Have changed in purpose and value.
Overnight this has happened.
And if you are the type that clings,
To the ways of yesterday...
It is going to be especially difficult for you to see,
A reality you have never embraced...
As it had been,
Rapidly change its significance...
In the minds of those who accepted it,
To have moved on to a higher consciousness.
Leaving you permanently cemented like so many,
In a concrete state of disbelief!
And whatever that belief was or had been...
Whichever way you want to put it,
Does not exist!
And you DON'T have to accept it,
For what it is.
And this 'may' bring you 'some' relief,
As you stubbornly face the days ahead.
You 'DON'T have to accept it,
For what it is.
You never have.
So...
What difference does it make 'now'?
Suggestion?
Do what you normally do.
Ignore the facts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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