I'm here to offend you. To take your words and turn them against you. To trouble your morals, to help you jump to conclusions without a safety net. 

But I was not born, I merely showed up here. 

Bids are on. Give me what you have. I'm here to listen to your feelings, tour through your emotions and picture them in your intentions. I'm here for your imagination. 

Dream me, so I can fade away. Your goals are your fears of delusion.