In days of old
I found
Solace
In Potions,
Anything to
Help me escape
I did NOT want
to relate
In time, I found
Groups of like mind
Who told me the
Secrets
to a Potion-free
Life
In this New Old Way,
I blossom,
Finally Finding
A purpose
To live with
Each day
So now, I am as I am
But not forever to be
Someday I will go
But come back
As a tree
Of water I will crave
My leaves
the wind'll
Wave
And the cottons of wood
Like soft Angels
Will be
Floating through
the Matrix
Of our
Everyday
Lives
