Honesty is a lost art
Nobody wants the part
We are all actors
No attention to factors
We forget what it is to feel
Now we just want to steal
Floundering through life
Stabbing others with our knife
Wasting away inside
Stopping to say we did try
What did we stop and do
Except be so totally untrue
Wow that is the new fashion
Sending many hearts smashing
Selfishness is the treason
That is the only reason
We plant these seeds
To flourish the field in weeds
We blow them across the land
In these weeds we take our stand
We nourish our sorrow, our pain
Excusing our plans of future gain
I may at times stumble
My heart may rumble
But I am glad this one I walk alone
Going to sit upon my favorite stone
Watching the flowers wave in the breeze
Spreading there pollen to make me sneeze
I rest upon a bed of rose petals
For no less again will I settle
I am worthy of much more
Than the weeds you pick and store
So as we harvest our crops
My life blooms, your life stops
Exactly where you left it
Collecting the weeds where you sit
So I bid you farewell
My flowers are to0 pretty not to smell
I go without causing harm, no foul
Should've believed I threw in the towel