Through the fog of our own delusions. We finally see the truth.
Good people, who want what is best.
Unknowingly deceive themselves.
Until a light is shown upon years of upbringing ideology.
Dreams are then born.
Unavailable realities become limitless possibilities.
Paths can be changed with a new perspective.
A glimmer of sun can change a soul.
Once the fog is gone.

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