To dance like the ocean and sing like little birds or breathe like fire and quench my thirst with water?
To subvert the system or to work its strings like a puppeteer?
To tug at time’s cape saying “wait! wait?!”
For something that mortals have so little, it’s unsurprising that you’re elusive, a rat.
You’re sure to rat out my failures.
I exist because you do and then I don’t.
What do you think?