I begin my journey alone in the ground

By myself, with no one around

Someday I’ll rise through the ground, graceful as a phoenix

One day a man approaches me at dawn

He bags me just as if I were his groceries 

He brings me to a place without a familiar face 

For now I’ll wait patiently on this shelf in the prison of my box

Waiting every day

Hoping someone will see my use

Yet they just keep passing by

One day they reach out 

and give me a chance

Taking us home all together

I’m shelved once again 

Though this time it doesn’t seem so bad 

Now I see my friends plucked from our comfy little box

They turn their water black along with little specks of white 

like a starry night sky

They become as sweet as ice cream 

or as bitter as dark chocolate

I watch them morph and change to be their best,

Or their worst

Yet I stay the same as when I started

Plain as vanilla

Waiting for my time to shine 

Yet my time never comes

Eventually, I’m by myself once more

My final comrade stolen from me

Forever alone in this cell

Unchanged

Forgotten by all

But as they say

C’est la vie