Where you seek gratitude, regret appears,
Personifying anger and disgust,
Giving you just enough time to fix it all before it clears,
And leaves you with a shattered trust.
Prolonged infusions shatter organs electrifying the mood,
Whilst also providing opportunities of pure connection.
Taken, they do not harm the patient nude,
They just await a feeling of perfection.
No harm is being done by two shy sparrows,
Flying around crazy, dodging arrows.
Only a catalyst originating in the depths of a soul can aid,
In this immense trip of mesmerization.
All my problems seem self-made.
The only way to find out is to have a conversation.