I can’t be bought, even though people say I can. I am extremely valuable, yet am often thrown away. People often wonder where I went. I am invisible, yet people look at me.

I resemble a bottle cap, but I do not cover a bottle. You can make eyes with me.

I can illuminate, but I cannot censor. People use me to learn.

I can be soap. I am the start of something new, a ritual the earth sees way too often. I can be the moment when realisation hits.

I am invisible yet I cast a shadow on every thought. I am silent yet I scream in reflection, I can guide you or mislead you and I live only in the corners of belief.