Reflection

He's a hypocrite, yes that man
lie and pretend, that he can
but to self sir, not to clan


Lives he in dreams, flies he on boats
contradictions always, fill on his notes


Never his mind focused, never coapt 
for each thing assumes, he is so apt
asserts thus himself, he can easily adapt


Avoids he my eyes, or tries to seel
and tries his best to hide, conceal


But I see in him, and I understand
he made it so big, sure it looks grand
but it's just a fortress, made of sand


And there's not one place, where he belongs
if he choose not one place, where he belongs


I can only hence, give a suggestion
to see him change, make a correction
no more I can do, I am just a reflection




P.S: You might get annoyed reading the above lines because they don't mean anything, intermittently change in flow and style and does a lot more to make the reader irritated. I don't know what I just wrote.