Food will come, food will go
None of it I save
For I am like a plant
It’s only light I crave

The sticker says prescribed amount
It shows an illustration
Some have partial, some have low
Others have mixed filtration

Mine is bright, round with rays
Unfiltered, pure, sunlight
For if I am to survive
I need its wholly might

It turns within the walls of me
Photosynthesis
A kind of transformation
From depression to abyss

Food will come, food will go
None of it I save
For I am like a plant
It’s only light I crave