Medicate your Meditate

It strikes me with a harsh reality
that you will never be mind

or of Me.
You have taken some, wrong trail
some more difficult path
than I can follow, or even want to.
You have made your bed with a Gang of boys
who do not care or need but want;
All the wrong things and yet
you are fascinated with this?
You sit up late hoping, watching for someone,

to come;
You deceive us all, with a mystery
not even you can decode
It is all so pointless since you are lost,
your only code should be SOS,
but you wont listen to me;
And you have only remnants of a tattered love
for me you drag around for security
but someone else, got there before me
and that is your meditation
As always, try to see;

I Love...