POTION
Potion of life; so hard to drink,
Wished for it like a fool's muse.
Things became hard to calculate,
All the functions just stain.
When I was little—
Pills were hard to swallow.
How do I swallow this reality
That asks to be gulped tomorrow?
Strange how existence plays with us,
Without replaying the rules.
I zoned out before that,
And was out by two.
Funny is how I stay quiet
For loss of words, I am.
Loss or Less;
Whatever it is,
For stolen I was.
I bartered myself,
For all and nothing.
Even my pieces weren't sold.
