Why you might do something without realizing why you wanted to. Often confused with the state of a coma or deep sleep. Start with what some call a hoagie, then the people who fill a prison cell. Next is the person in charge of a company’s systems and data issues, followed by you and me. Finish with the home of a surviving dinosaur, or maybe a very wet log.

Whirling summer breeze, Silent partner in the heat, Turning, cooling peace.

In my old wooden drawer lies a scroll of magic, where secrets blend and tales unfold. A pinch of this, a dash of that, conjures delight from my humble hearth.

I’m a mechanical beast of burden. One wheel, two arms, and lots of work.

I flow like water, but you can't touch, I light the way, with a gentle clutch, In wires I travel, fast as can be, Powering dreams, for you and me.