I mark the top of your level and I’m not easy to reach. People sometimes apply lamps and fans to me and when I’m made from glass, women want to smash me.

A tiny motion, quick and neat, I make two ends no longer meet. With blades that meet in one swift kiss, A little piece is gone like this.

I was fat before, now I am thin, I hung on walls to fit in. My heart is made of pixels, My voice fills the room.

I’m poured into mugs when the morning is new, some drink me black, others lighten my hue.

Round and round the lifeless horses ride, Stopping and starting and stopping again, Is how their time is bide. The laughs, the tears, and everything in between, Here you can make memories, Here, your dreams can be seen.