A white one can mean high end service. A red one that’s laced up can mean you are ready to fight. A leather one that doesn’t fit can set you free.

I hold your thoughts but cannot think. Used to recall what minds may blink. I travel light, on desks I stay, but never speak a word you say. With lines I’m dressed, in me they dwell your secrets kept, I serve you well.

I’m rational, and out of all the things that we are, the one before me is scared of me for what I ate.

Many of me exist. No number is exact. I may be believed or argued, Though I am not a fact

To the superstitious, I'm worse than a shot of caffeine, But stop by a generous bakery and you might find luck unforeseen. I’ve deleted entire floors with my ominous sheen, Yet I'm just a number - what do YOU think I mean?