My Lost Psychedelic Warrior
My Psychedelic Warrior?
What has become of you?
Where have you gone?
I see you yet you cannot be seen...
You seem aware,
Yet is unaware
In the saddest and most heart-breaking of ways...
How do I know this?
I am one of the nameless, faceless Few you so carelessly play to.
I am one of the nameless, faceless Few you so carelessly disregard.
I am one of the nameless, faceless Few whom you take from.
I am one of the nameless, faceless Few whom you disrespect by insulting my intelligence.
I am one of the nameless, faceless Few that reflects the raw soul you project.
I am one of the nameless, faceless Few with total trust placed in you as
The Artist, Performer, Guardian
To my Psychedelic Journey.
I am one of the nameless, faceless Few
Dependant on you and only you
for the Poingaintly Craved Release.
I am one of the nameless, faceless Few
whom needs you to know my needs
before even I.
I am one of the nameless, faceless Few
whom you set about on a journey
of YOUR choosing.
I am one of the nameless, faceless Few
whom you wound
as you tear my Beloved Psychedelic Experience apart – beat by painful beat.
I am one of the nameless, faceless Few
whom you’ve committed your being to.
I am one of the nameless, faceless Few
whom demands your undivided attention.
I am one of the nameless, faceless Few
who wants nothing but your best.
Nothing but You...
Yet,
I am one of the nameless, faceless Few
whom loves and adores you
without fail when you play for ME.
Love Me,
The Nameless, Faceless Countless
whom will follow you without question
without fail.
Where,
Have you gone,
My Psychedelic Warrior?
Copyright © Constance Human | Year Posted 2017
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