I make little sense when you break down my name , I don’t have any wheels, or engine in the game. I don’t need a leash to make me lay tame, I can be quite furry but that’s not the same. For to keep your feet cozy is really my aim

I’m small and disposable, yet hard to forget; some see me as garbage, but don't throw me yet! I vanish in moments with a crackle and snap, a curious comfort designed just to wrap.

I live where logic dares not tread, a shadow-play inside your head. I vanish with dawn, like mist in the beam; I am what night invents from scheme.

I am often performed by citizens, but I am not performed by kings. You see me happening in the halls of democracy.

A twin that follows you born from your breath, I only repeat, then slip back to the dark.