Of the things I love and the things I hate,
This one's gotta be one to debate.
Friend or foe, it sinks its teeth into me,
It guides, it strengthens, it changes what you see.
Its poison runs through your body, your veins,
It's your secret helper, it goes by no names.
Its presence slows your breath,
It can put you to death.
It can change your life forever,
Or change you it can never.
It's your saint, your teacher and lover,
It's a casual acquaintance, or maybe a blood brother.
Its hug can bring love, pleasurable delight,
The consequences of it gone are quite a sight.
With the happiness it brings, there are some risks to take,
It can destroy your body and soul, a demon it can make.
It's an ugly world out there, you may need someone in command,
So hold on tight, or take it's "helping" hand.