Sometimes people will come into your life
you shed yourself and overcome limits
shelter their fears and unleash your tenders
they will still put you in a deep fire
then simmer your spirit in unjust tears
coming back to and fro with destruction
for their unwise words are not  entitled
neither reserved in their sweetened terms
the days where beguiled cages trapped are gone
so far away on the concealed shores of the untold
upon the seams of the dainty sandy grains
carried by the western eroding wind
one that weeds and seeds the self-love
I have no time for wasters and losers
for it is best to be alone and enjoy life
embrace its glories and foretold chances