Potions

Potions 

Mixed emotions 
Set at sea but drowning from the lack of energy 
My fangs are starting to show 


Dragging my feet as I walk through this dazed and dark place I call life 
I open my eyes and see a glimpse of light
It seems as if the closer I am to victory
The farther the steps appear to be 


I have hope that I'll make it to the end

In fact I have prepared a speech
What mission do I have to complete today 
Am I certain this is the pinnacle I want to reach


Pacing back and forth right to left left to right
Hoping that some one would reach in and grab a hold of my soul
Create a remedy that would be ever lasting 
Or am I made of steel ?