My mind wanders as I begin to understand some of life's mysteries...

To achieve my mind should be focused and in key,
yet I cannot break from
the hazy memories.  

For my mind's eye is red
from the steam in my head.
With my time,
all my dimes
have been wastefully shed.
I was baited,
elated.
I've been ever so faded.
I've meditated
with the sedated.
vigor decayed
spending time with the jaded.
eventually gravitated
to the ignorant,
Yet underrated;
for blissfully elevated.

Is this why wisdom is so hated?