Time slips and never stops

Life is filled with strange twists

Broken battered lost and lonely

Nothing matters but the quest

Seeking truth in a vials shine

Mixing god and man in careful drops

The black toad holds the mind

In woman and man does question reside

Evanescence of form grand and true

The art holds my shape

And in that crucible I form

Homunculus of my own make

To attain we must sacrifice

The journey costs so much

Equivalent exchange is the rule

As is above so is below