Come and ask me, yes, I have the formula that turns lightning into electricity.
I know how to transform a melancholy face into a grin instantly.
I know how to rewind time to make you look younger again.
Presently concocting the formula to take away your daily pain and strain.
Yes, I am the Alchemist walking this earth from when it was just fire, mud and dirt.
Overcoming numerous atrocities from the time of my birth.
Then again maybe I was not even born, maybe I made myself.
I am the Alchemist, plain and simple, if you do not like the hole in your cheek, I can take away the dimple.
Mixing and swirling, a dash of this and a dash of that, they are nuisance to you now but when I am finish there will be no more city rats.
Problems arising the world is in turmoil, everywhere you look another war ignite.
Brewing my stew to condemn and stop all wars old and new.
Old hands, old feet, old as dust, mind powered with wisdom converting one thing to the next is a must.
Yes the Alchemist turning nickel into gold.
People who were timid a simple touch from my finger and now they are bold.
I am the Alchemist with the fourth eye there is nothing you can hide from me, I can see in 4D.
I can string you up like the string theory and make you perplex.
Make you walk around in a circle.
Then asked who is next?
The Alchemist, I can do great harm without touching you with my palm.
A simple flick of the wrist and you turn over feeling sick.
Anything wild I can tame.
Placing faces with names.
Give you the edge to win the game.
Turn your life from rags to fame.
Make you strong and not lame.
Yes I am the Alchemist I was thinking of my next formula but this poem must end.