A POTION IN THE MAKING
A conical flask on the table, stand
Ingredients, I hold in my hand.
Bunsen burner shining bright
Bubbling water, it has to be right.
A sunflower,I plucked from the field
Virus of anxiety,it is heat-killed.
A drop of rain, I poured some in
Chilled ethanol and well stirring.
Sweetness, should I avoid?
A blank mind and a piece of void.
Add some caffeine into the flask
Migraine pain and acid reflux.
A potion is in the making
Why I'm so afraid of it in?
I'm the only, one who will face
whatever will be the consequences.
A potion is in the making
Why I'm so afraid of it in?
Maybe 'cause I lack confidence
that I can also be the consequence.
















