Some people say I make them feel free, Toploader can be found dancing in me, Ludwig wrote me a sonata so classy, My shadow inspired Mike Oldfield and Maggie.

the power of the sun in the palm of my hand, though not the kind from spider man, nor does it burn or make you tan, but find your way in dark, you can!

I am a slow thief with no hands, a quiet hunger none withstands. I fade the flesh, yet leave no scar, a whispered end that travels far.

I am born from milk but I am not a drink, Left alone with time, I change more than you think. I can be soft or hard, mild or strong in taste, Mice may chase me though that’s a risky haste.

The shy and socially awkward peanut was told by all his friends that he needed to come out of his this