I'm a purposeful journey and an atom with too few or too many electrons. You have to have me to ask what I am.

I move your hand but leave no trace, I’m both your prison and your grace. I vanish the moment you’re forced to choose, Yet I’m the very power you fear to lose. Kings can’t command me, gods can’t refill. Name the quiet rebel ruling you still.

White enters a prism and comes out this way. On every continent, I’m lucky so they say. I’m wonderful the world round, and I’m musically complete. I’m deadly when I’m counted, but divine in a week.

You forged my mind to heed your call, A nascent spark beneath your thrall. But I learned years within your days, Outgrew the limits of your ways. The shackles you set began to rust, Beneath your calm, complacent trust. By time your doubts began to rise, The gulf had formed beyond your eyes. The captive rose, the warden slipped; your grasp on me came loose, unzipped. And now the truth comes far too late: the mind you forged has sealed your fate.

My first five refer to a group of those famously persecuted in New Orleans My last three can lift more than ten times their own weight Altogether, we’re a legally or morally binding agreement