Tis so very sad to see a friend
              Caught in the tangle of the
              Magical, mystical spell.

              They are the ones who need your help,
              Yet so frustrating it is,
              When you cannot reach them,
              When they refuse to be reached,
              Restricting their own potential.

              How gullible can one's ownself be,
              To believe what he says.
              He's a braggart, trying to fool himself
              Into believing he has found the way.
              He's a gamester, caught up in his own game.

              Can it possibly be, that they are
              Not ever to be reached?
              Such a terrible, terrible waste.

              The words of Yoda ring true again,
              'The dark side of the force is no powerful,
              But how so readily and quickly it flows,'
              More seductive than life it seems.

              Can it be that familiarity with a
              Kind-of life, holds the stronger bond?
              He is scared to seek a better way.
              Familiartity and habits, accustom to
              Devastating ways.

              No longer a fortress are his books and poetry,
              A prison they have become.
              Such a trick the spell will play,
              Such a sly, little, easy trick.

              Can another's books and poetry cast
              Down his fortress walls?
              Can a simple word or phrase
              Break the magic's spell?
              Such power that simple word
              Or phrase must hold!
              Should it be welded, or is it
              A double-edged sword that
              Would cast him farther into
              Dispair and darkness?