Rumors

Rumors are seeds
Planted in ones mind
Blocking out reason
To the truth you are blind

Everyone's version not the same
Everyone's searching for one to blame
Everyone's confused by one simple lie
Everyone's hoping this rumor goes by

The gardener sees his work with pride
The plant seems to peacefully reside
But in truth that little, tiny seed
Grew into a horrible life-sucking weed

The flower of truth, whom this seed has drained
It's wasting away and feeling so pained
But someone sees this flower swoon
And squashes the weed letting the truth bloom