when I'm sporty, I sneak or I train. When fancy, I dress, but if it's time to party, I like to get high. We've walked roads together, all your life.

I am small but mighty, harboring life within, waiting for the right moment to sprout and begin. Birds and animals eat me alive, but I am no one's pray. Instead, I give them shelter, one day.

Alone I am weak, But with many of me I am strong. You rip me out when out of place, but when you are at death’s door, you life hangs onto me.

A sandwich, a Mark, a cigar, and a chain. All characterized from the island I came

I’m sometimes found beneath a skirt, Or perhaps a fall causing you to get hurt Paper, but just a little piece, A pillow cover without a crease