The world will get hazy,
your lids soon lazy.
Small doses of me will do that.
Velvety soft texture I have,
cut with a knife I can.
As chill as a killer in a crowd,
but in seconds I will corrode.
As crumbly as a cookie,
the silver-white color of snow.
The medal for highest heat capacity
was unto me bestowed.
Pop the pill,
swallow it down.
No more smiles,
no more frowns.
Black gives way to white.
Now what I see is right.