You want true expression, and true honesty

Or so you claim

You don't want the heat that comes with a call for the flame

You don't want to be enveloped in the purity of anyone

I hear you ask for honesty, and I know you don't want it

You want facsimiles, you want approximations, but truth is not for you

We have ego strokes, crutches, blinders, confused priorities

We have people set in their ways, and idealists lacking perspective

I want truth, I want life to blossom unfiltered, raw, and untouched

But if we can't even agree on medicines for diseases

If we can't even agree on who to let live

who to nurture

what to be upset about

Who to feed

When the answers are clearly spelled out

How do you expect me to feel like you even want truth?