We haven't asked for it And yet we all have it It will dictate us who we are As it did with our parents As it will with our children We do not wish to see it And yet we'll never want to lose it What am I?

I move many souls through space. Always bringing them back to the same place. I spin like a movie reel. Guaranteed to make you squeal.

You learn this as a toddler, but some say you should even learn to do this before you crawl.

Transmit tales to terrestrial terminals, casting colors on cold, calculated canvases. Pixels parade in precise patterns, programming perception. Viewing vortex verified.

Open it for socks Or become one with a pencil Some have locks And cheaters use a stencil