With foresight, we may see where problems lurk
And root them out before they start to grow
Yet often life’s mysteriously dark
And what we reap is what another sowed.
In hindsight, this seems obvious and plain.
But some can pick the true out with no pain
Yet others choose their fantasy again
They amble down a cheerful sunny lane.
Though what is real may not be what we wish
Better truth that hurts than lies that charm
Reality is not an easy choice
Yet falsehood will mislead and even harm.
Insight grows with patient watching eyes
In the end, the truth is where love lies.
How my heart sings 