See

"Not today," they tell me. I smile politely and think to myself, 'not tomorrow either'. It's always the same. You ask them for permission like they own you, And then they say "not today," When they mean 'never, if I have a say about it', They say this constantly, But there is rare a time that there is an actual reason for it. And day by day, week by week, it continues. You ask, they lie, you smile and say "alright," But is it really? Maybe to them, But they only see as far as they can believe. It's sad really, to see what is underneath, When others can barely see what is and what will be. They see but do not see; they do but do not do; they explain but do not comprehend. But it is there. If only they knew where there was or will be forevermore, waiting to be seen.