Beautiful faces crowd the paths
Wonderful flowers line the walls
Yet you pick the weeds which corrupt the scene
They tangle the truth
And block out the sun
So their ugliness is disguised
As they tower over the beauty that grows
Just below your eyes
You’ll never find them
Because you search with no effort
You just pick the easy ones at the top
For your entertainment
You’re not looking for something that lasts
Or smells divine or will give you lasting pleasure
You only need something that looks good for the night
You will toss it out with the trash in the morning.
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