Among the weeds
There’s the resilient vine
It’s called the vine of lies
Wily climbers grips the wall
Slowly rearing its head
Aiming high always
Gaining foothold
Along the lonely walls
Cold and stony
Away from prying eyes
It’s an arduous trek
Lies spread slowly
Upwards
Clamoring for the roof
Caught unaware
By the wily ones
There’s no escape
From the lies
Not willing to let go
Even the weeds rejoice