Harvest Feast

I ask you a question, you avoid answering it's always the same old lines and lies everything is the same you compile list after list of my every fault and flaw even ones I don't recollect you surely do recall the constant interrogations the blaming and the shaming you lack empathy and so much more since it's faults we're naming I love you still but I'm not in love those feelings have been gone Now resentment fills the cracks and it's cultivation you carry on In time you will reap that in which you've sown Your seeds of discord and discontent will soon be fully grown and in the day you go to harvest karma will serve you up your fate so be prepared to sit and dine, and be sure to clean your plate.