Honest Folk

Now this is the life of honest people and their broken hearts.
Bought out by owners as if they were used car parts.
This is not the time to race for a new love to replace what was lost.
Nor is it a time to live and learn through sharing needles and getting tossed.
In spite of hopes dashed and cash deposits I try to leave it all behind.
To keep the honest folk from losing control of their collective mind.

And even though we like to explore the rules that we can bend,
We cannot afford to forget the final words that we penned.
I don't seem to want to let go of this here on the slippery slope.
But my palms are burning from the threads that make the rope.
And even though the honest folk have shown me the light.
It only illuminates a most godforsaken sight!

Come on I'll make another try.
Don't you dare try to pass me by.
I loosen my grip and feel the escape of my soul,
But I hesitate and tighten the grip to regain control.
So once again I feel the touch of the honest folk.
They make me smile with their occasional joke.

And with that in mind I let the rope slide down a bit more.
In its descent I felt more relief than ever before.
Opened my eyes to spot where the honest folks resided.
Yet I saw nothing but what stars had already decided.
For what I was following in holding this rope was never a mistake.
With the promise that one day I will learn how to build and learn how to break.