On the wall or on your phone Tells you to be somewhere or be at home The mayans had one that said In year two thousand and twelve we'd all be dead

We are a pair of identical twins who never part, yet we have no heart. We both have necks but never a head, and we’re always empty when you’re in bed.

I dance across a blank white space, colours bloom where I embrace. Bristles at hand, imagination’s rush, what am I that makes the canvas blush?

It's a fire? No, it's a stone What is it?

I can be a children's toy or an instrument in the professional league, Either way, both can cause auditory fatigue.