if seeing is believing then truth should be assured; but truth, much like beauty, is oftentimes obscured the things that we believe are in many ways ordained by that which is desired or that which is disdained when avarice leads men and hate is left to smolder; lies can become truth in the eyes of the beholder
so often we are thwarted by disparity between the things we have believed in and the things that we have seen the dream is not forgotten in the fight to find our way, but the will is often weakened when injustice rules the day the heart indeed may stutter when the bloom falls from the rose; but our dreams are born in poetry, and our lives are lived in prose the secret to a dream come true is holding tight to will; knowing that what is can change and dreams they cannot kill!
no time for cover,
thought and deed bare before Truth;
where you gonna hide?