You come to my mind wherever possible
I tie you to everything, all reduces to you
and leaves me waiting, knocking your door
The door never opens but I’m not a fool
This is obsession, I’m ramming you down.
You’ll never be over but always with me
you will mesh, like any ghost, rounded
enough to incomplete me until reshaped
You’ll be dragged to mind for convenience.
You will carve your niche and be amazed,
with how truly neglected you become.