Meditation is like medication.
When my thoughts are wild and hasty.
Negativity fills the mind with Illls.
Essentially blocking my free will.
In due time and down time,
I reflect and unwind.
Until gradually my actuality
transcends this false reality.
Unless you can feel,
what’s been eating at me
Your help I decline. Only I can fix mine.
The Evils are many, but the chosen are few.
Have you decided, which one are you?