In a space too snug, where air feels thin, walls creep closer, a prison within. Where the mind spins tales of escape, and shadows of panic begin to shape.

I kiss a circle then say goodbye. It’s hard for me to stay on track during this lullaby.

I speak without words and lead without force. Follow my breath and you’ll move as one. Crowds obey though I hold no crown My tune decides who stays and who is gone.

I vanish when shared, yet grow when guarded. Seen by none, but lost with a click. Doors and screens both bow to me.

You'll often find synthetic versions of me in your favorite coat or vest, A famous golden me once launched Jason and the Argonauts' fateful quest.