Flying high in the sky, I entertain those who watch me, I ward off ghosts, I honor ancestors, I am used for air battles, or I am just a toy.

This is not what I claim to be but it seems that atleast for now I am that which I do not claim. Learning, thinking and creating is what they love. Some of the greatest minds are from a time we cannot go back to. Think. Think. Think. Lover of wisdom. Knowledge is what I seek

The rich have it in expensive walls, plus The poor have it as part of a city bus If you eat it, you might get cancer in your esophagus If not nothing, what am I thus?

I stole a hand but lost a fight, Tick-tock haunts my dreams at night. I chase a boy who won’t grow old, While shadows laugh and stories fold. Curved like a grin, a captain’s crook, Name me, feared on deck and in every book.

A glimpse of me will have you searching your memories But as soon as you think of me I’ve already left