Lapses in Judgement

Here's this dot,
This dot wrapped in plastic
Pulled from a grocery bag,
This dot like vinegar and coffee,
That felt like potential,
That went into my skin,
That went into my blood,
But all that it became
Was poison and time,
Time that went away
And all of the potential
Is in the reservoir,
And all of the poison
is in me
and all of the time is gone