Down promised paths,
the treasure lies,
I hold the map,
it's in my lap,
but I dare not trust it.

***** traps have been laid,
and more than once I have been played,
so I proceed with caution,
and read the flowery lies,
at margins edge.

Tips and tricks and what fors,
all in riddle or in rhyme,
going forward step by step,
but taking my time,
and watching my footing.

Up ahead I see the prize,
that you promised with lies
but the closer I get,
the further it is away,
but not moving.

Finally, I get within reach,
and a final lesson you teach,
clear wall I cannot see but feel,
no clue to open it,
teased and stuck once more.