The Ballad of Eli Lily

I found the solution that quenches the fires,
The imaginary ideations and foolish desires.
It is a substance that needs no glass to conform,
Its shape is round and solid is its form.
They soothe my mind and calm my nerves,
They take away the feelings I don't deserve.
They bring me comfort on a bed of nails,
Their light keeps me from getting derailed.
GlaxoSmithKline, Merck, and Eli Lily,
Each has helped me find blissful tranquility.
But is a tranquil state worth losing who I am,
When all we are is what we were when we began?
Sure life and its troubles change us all,
And pills may be parachutes easing my fall.
But they may also be taking my identity,
The very essence of what defines me.
I have long struggled to understand my options,
But none seems better than any other one.
Ultimately I am subject to whims of the mind,
Flights of mania and panic-consumed time.
All I have learned is there is much I don't know,
The mind is a winding river with an erratic flow.
Perhaps the future will uncover a new solution,
Until then the pills will keep me from dissolution.