You might not notice me until I'm on the edge of death Require energy to live, but no, I don't draw breath I have two sides, that push and pull, in ways that go unseen, And I might just be the reason why there's something on your screen

I am a dark shape against the light, with no fine features shown in sight. Not the shadow cast at your feet, just your outline, dark and neat.

She stands where fear would reign, a girl with fire in her name. Like Joan, she hears the call, like Malala, she stands tall. Like Greta, she will not bend, for tomorrow, she will defend. Not queen by crown or throne, but brave in flesh and bone.

I sit here and watch the shows that I've seen, nothing new arrives to make me keen. I wish I had something else to do, can somebody please tell me what's new? The hours crawl by, slow as can be, with nothing around to entertain me.

Why couldn't the contortionists come to the stage? They were...