The mentor misreading shadows as the truth,
a quiet fool disguised in ancient proof.
They wear the wisdom carved by someone else,
a borrowed crown that never truly helps.
The world keeps whispering what they fail to know—
a broken guide pretending they can glow.

Their lessons crumble softly in their hands,
like fragile maps that never understand.
Each step they take rewrites the path again—
a mentor lost inside a borrowed plan.

Time moves past them in a crooked stream,
unraveling every truth they try to deem.
The mentor stands where moments fail to stay—
a wiser fool outpaced by yesterday.