Potions & kryptonite

Most of my voice is
In my thoughts as
Slow plots connect
The dots.

When I reflect each
Of last is always the
Past.

As an origin like a
Button that must
Be pressed and
Addressed.

What little in life
Why cherish like
A crown to only
Get fucked over
And kicked a
Round.

Like a hurricane
That flips the
Smallest worlds
Upside down.

Some lessons in
Life are better
Learned that
Taught.

Alike seasonal
Change there's
Reasons why
People are
Unsuited for
Power.

With lips zipped
Tonight as everyone
Has their kryptonite.