Two things come together and become one, A partnership, a union, a combination, a bond, Some are for forever, til death do they part, Others are a project, and do not go beyond

Whether I’m five hundred words or several pages long, students have spent generations wondering how to start me.

I am made and I am lost. At times you need to find me at all costs. I'll make you laugh so much you'll cry. I'll make you cry so much you'll smile. You don't need to see me with your eyes. A bunch of me might make you wise. A certain smell could help you find, where I'm hiding in your mind.

I measure your life but I carry no clock, I slip through your fingers yet shatter no rock. I rust mighty empires and soften a tear, I blur every footprint the longer I steer. You cannot reclaim me or make me restart, Yet waste me each day with a light, careless heart. I move without motion, I fall without sound, I bury all moments and never am found.

I keep many voices, yet never a tongue, My lips stay shut till my hinges are sprung. I stand in a crowd or alone on a shelf, But vanish from sight when you dive in yourself. I whisper you worlds made of ink into mind, Hide futures and memories, all neatly aligned. I stay in one place while you wander and roam, And close with a sigh when you carry me home.