Perhaps I am perceived from too much light
Who am I really?
Perhaps kind, perhaps daft
But who would really know

I can't be pulled from the wall or ground
Seen babies tried, men scaring looking try
Am stuck to the wall
Draw me out, out draw me

Pieces, pulled, extinct, happy, sad
Only I possess it all
Somewhat better than a man I am
I see myself only at day

Where do I go at night I wonder
Till before my eye
A pretty lady with a shiny glass looking tube looked at me
Alas I mirrored her aghast look

Looking at the Sky
Could it be night I thought
An awesome discovery in my shattered existence
I do exist at night

Where then have I been since forever
I know not
Scary thought, thoughts scary
Who am I really?