All things my opposites escaped thanks to her mistake And I was the one left behind. In times of dire need, don't forget about me.

I visit you every night, even if you don’t remember me. A wise man once had one of me, and we are still waiting for it to come true.

Lush and fertile, or deserted and uninhabitable. I am a rock, or a home and often both. Many legends are made from what can be found on me.

In the modern world, I'm collected to give insights, but I wasn't always this. If you go back some years, I allude to a sweet treat, I even had my own jars! I come in all sorts of shapes and sizes; bars and discs and cakes, oh my! Go back even further when I was nowhere as sweet, where I was a steadfast traveling good to keep the hunger at bay.

It can bring out your fight, Or fuel your flight. It can be of darkness, Or of light. An uncomfortable feeling, emotional blight, taking over when you hear bumps in the night. There’s a quote from FDR to pull from the shelf: ‘The only thing we have to this, is this itself’