Waiting, not being able to wander on all fours,
My mobility depends on my warm-blooded user.
Sometimes I’m padded with plush,
Sometimes I’m as plain and hard like permanent-earth
I occasionally have a nice paper-ancestor finish
And I facilitate the limbs of folks.
Looking upon me is a complicated contradiction.
What you see is neither fake nor created.
When you focus you can see through,
But so can others see you.