The ultimate curtain call, where silence is the loudest sound, and time no longer ticks. A journey's end with no return ticket, where all paths converge.

It spins me round round, baby, round round, like a child's ride at a carnival.

Not cloth, but flesh, I rise and fall, and veil the gaze that sees it all.

I live in your head, but I’m not a hat, I help you remember where your shoes are at. I fit in computers, small and neat What am I, that keeps your files complete?

A library you carry without weight, silent teacher that speaks without a voice, granting power unseen in the folds of your mind.