An Ode to my White Powder (poem)

This white powder,
It tickles my nose
As I inhale.

This white powder,
It is a drug,
Making me dream.

This white powder,
Makes my head spin,
When I see it in abundance.

This white powder,
It is like cocaine,
Highly addictive.

This white powder,
Is not cocaine.
It is fundamentally cold.

This white powder,
It is quite soft,
Even when made into balls.

This white powder,
Does have a name.
Figure it out.

-Zero