I have one foot, that's all I need, My secrets won't Be easily freed

I've been called selfish, A hackman, And wilder But you wouldn't be you without me

Blessed in silver, clear and bright, I show yourself in borrowed light. I speak no words, yet tell no lie, I move when you move, eye to eye.

I weigh upon your brow at night, Nibble and gnaw and tug and bite, Things that won't but maybe might, Certainty nowhere in sight, Perchance, perhaps, maybe or not, In-between the either caught, Wonder, worry, fretful thought, Stuck halfway from ought to naught Branching bools depend on me, You call my name to say we'll see, Notions flying fancy free, Won't decide which way to be Kipling called on me in verse, I concern the risk averse, Just two letters, simple, terse, I balance options, better, worse Patience worn thin? Go on, punch me in.

I can be described as a butt and sometimes have a bunghole. I’m adorned with hoops and have two heads. With age I share with angels.