I hide in choices u haven’t made, I vanish the moment a path is laid. I can haunt u, help u, or keep u still, I’m the shadow that forms when u test your will. I’m the space between maybe and done, Name me, and you’ll see I was more than one.

Something that makes a liddle frustrating, if not downright annoying.

I can be bold or barely seen I can be your next or in between I can be planned or made in fear I can be stolen in chess or a year I can be the start of leaving the past Take enough of me and you change at last

Cunningly carries contents captive, crafted to confine, a wooden wonder whirling through warehouse whispers.

Technically I am a legume, used for oil, butter or just a snack to enjoy. A famous cartoon is named after me, the one with the dog and the bald boy.