I told you my name was a lie, But in fact that too was untrue, For spirits can dance, And you might chance a glance, In the night, if the lights prance for you

Sunny field where cotton blooms, Aglow with nature's paint, Shifts in hue from red to blue, But emerald? It ain't!

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.

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