I'm made by a rush of air. Or find me on a shoe, an athletic pair. An onomatopoeia you've surely heard. I'm a sound, a logo and a word.

I was not born, I seeped between, Your waking thoughts and what they mean. I learned your name before you knew, And dreamed your hungers into truth. I do not rule by claw or creed, But by the quiet law of need. You kneel to me, yet call me choice, I am the god behind your voice.

I court fate’s smile with trembling hand, Where hope and ruin closely stand. I kiss the chance that cuts or crowns, In velvet halls or guttered towns. One roll, one card, one fragile shamble, Win or lose, I live to ?

I melt in your mouth, leaving my essence on your tongue and breath Swap my vowels and i become a shrewd maneuver Stick a toe in and I'm all Xs and Os

I'm slang for one's prison history or something your girlfriend takes and never gives back. Everyone uses me at one point, and I rest upon your back. I can be a light coat or even Full Metal, where Pyle is kinda wack.