The Gift and Its Cost

We are the gift and its cost.
You are what you do with us,
Which is more than what the few
Of you could do on your own,
And then you're forced to be more
Than you would be, thanks to us.
With us, you make, you are, gods.

You can’t start to know your life
While you still lack us. You lived
A small while as a small beast,
A small child. Then you ate us,
And we stayed. Now you are us
And a beast who can’t get free
Of us. Gods, caught. That's your cost.