Snail Back

I am crawling
happily thereafter
as a snail
along the bank of time
Nothing else matters so much
I am only carrying my heart forward
or backward in muggles' eyes
Not a wizard who could makes a love potion
but enough alchemist to suit us some serenity drinks
All from the river
mercury poured from moonlight
We are ready to be transfigured
by our own belief
to anything we want to be