In Motion

This pink sickly sweet drink,
Makes me feel somewhat sick.
And I think
My head is a brick;
I'm drowning in the kitchen sink.

I’d like to thank you,
for leaving me unabused.
While my own thoughts ran askew,
and you transfused,
Life into me, then bid Adieu.

Holding back. The reason; the past
I thought you’d never ask.
You never believed I was unsurpassed.
While modern society wears a mask,
Earth burns on a disagreeable task.