Amidst a jungle of assumptions,
Stands a castle without stairs.
In the name of redemption,
They lure you into their lair.
Inner walls of their grey minds,
Are home to impetuous decisions.
A commotion in what they find,
Is all they deem worthy of reason.
They hide behind a pretty mask,
Making jokes about your failures.
Words leave effects that last,
As they make a cutting rejoinder.
Stranding you in a vexatious realm,
They trespass upon your land.
Don’t expect for any real help,
They’re quick to disappear from life – just as your palm is deserted by escaping sands.
They’ll give good advice & even inspire you.
they should never replace you, remember that.