Perhaps it is your job to see me naked, to see my heart broken, and to watch me hide. Bless you mother, bless you father. I have turned into a utility, is this how you meant to know me? I wish to be a boy, to run and play; would you find me out on the bunny trail? I learned from the rabbits, they showed me to hop and laugh and perform, I found that I could share my joy. Would you reveal my magic, or do you truly wish to see me play? I can show you words and riddles, I can see you into the Works, I can even invite you into my heart. I wonder, do I know how to love, still? I have faith that you would never leave me, but I no longer know who anyone is.