i was so happy once
the world was a box of Swedish Fish
and you grabbed for one and that one became two
and now i can’t find the source of pleasure
if my life depended on it
i can’t find the button on the remote
that will shut you off.
and my only hope is hope
which is ethereal and invisible
as a drug
for which i am banned to take
pawing at reprieve you
what am I worth to you?
Photo Cred: Candice Holdorf