I sit in my home waiting to be used
Waiting to be wanted.
No one knows how I feel,
Being used every day for 8 hours
And then put back up again until tomorrow.
Now don’t even get me started on how I feel when I get lost!
Some people care, some people don’t, but if they do,
then they chase me down until I am found.
If they don’t, then I am stuck on an adventure, traveling with one person to another or ending up on the floor somewhere.
Finally, some types of me can die painfully, while others can be revived.