Truth doesn’t fall far from the tree

Your truths are useless tools

to keep you ruled

they rule you

what to do when they fooled you

you walk talk as if these truths sooth you

but if so

why has it hidden you from all those around you

I found the truths where only glue

to bound you to anyone who stuck around you

eventually, your truths I found bound you

to truths, I found hound you

You can tell a lot about someone by the fruits they produce

why is it I so long believed in all your truth only to find everything

within me became unglued

I'm the branch now cut from the tree

the tree that produced no fruit

I realised this as I was falling to the ground

all the lies the limbs we climbed were being cut down

one at a time, oh the nasty sounds

oh how I figured what kept me bound to hang around

those who were barely hanging on,

a tree I thought was the life of me

until I fell to dwell on the ground

looking up, from hell I could tell your truths aren't so swell

they keep you head to toe

nailed to the truth that keeps you and everyone else from ever telling themselves

what it is you were too afraid to face

you eventually fell victim to the fall

the fall of the branches fell to hell

fall with me I said so you can see

I feel to hell listening to your truths which only fell on broken youth

who could tell the difference between wise men and fools

well the spell had been undone

I fell to be un-won

to tell of how your truths

will not lead you to the one

they fell to second best, headed

to the empty nest

you seem to want to invest

only finding yourself next

to nothingness

let it die to be something more

let your branch drop from the tree that produces no more

and find yourself blossoming into a new you at a new dawn

a new who

a new birth reborn