You can’t stop the slow march of time
You can only reveal the effortless sublime 
And Obama sang for yes we can
But could the answer really be a man
Who could lead us all to peace
But it gets worse before the trouble cease
And we all clamber, fighting the tide
Did you notice you’re alive
Or are you so lost in the stream
That you don’t see beyond the edges of the dream
As it binds you with its swell 
So much so that you can’t tell
What is true or supposition
Til pain hits you with its ammunition 
And we have got to learn how to deal
With the fabric that Reality steal
To make into a dress or suit
And is Truth a just pursuit?