It starts with a thought. There's a cat in me. Put a particle, and it dies. Or so you think. You can't see it, but the states... there are two, both at once. I'll ask you this one time... what am I?

Lightweight craft, powered by oar. Humans get in, watch me soar.

I’m a label, a game, and a trace, Attached to your name in a digital space. What am I, rhyming with brag?

Each morning I say, news wrapped in ink, what tales today? Inked black and white, it’s quite the sight, bringing the world to your doorstep's light.

With a twist or a spear, I’m chilled and bring cheer. Dirty or not, my friend Rossi may join- But too much of him, and things go dry at the joint. Sip too quick, and you’ll hit the floor, Drink it slow, and feel the chill pour.