Am I a trilobite that got stuck in a rock? Or am I the shoe that steps in the loch?
Or am I the bird that flies over the moor? Or am I the sound from a slamming door?
There are questions to be heard. Or am I something that's spoken but yet not a word?
Or am I the cat that prowls on the roof? Or am I the equation that science needs for proof?
I know I cannot be the heart that circulates infinity. But I do like to think myself as divinity.
Well there went the rhyme with the rhythm. I guess I'll just not chime on when I suck on a lemon.