When is a fact a fact? I think you have to decide on that. For it's you that gives power, To the words on the page, Or the words that float in your head, Or the ones you say on the stage. Others have to choose for themselves, And the measures some choose, Will be longer, or much sorter, Than the ones you use. What is there to make of this? Are some deafened by the ignorance, Made up of their own chosen bliss? What truth can be found, When others do not see fact, And what trust can be had, When each of us alone have to decide on that?