Dances around me, never touching. Infrequent visits, such big leaps. Over fifty years since our last, yet I see you before I dream.

I am the towns with no people, The beaches with no sand, The seas with no water, And the mountains with no dirt

Searching without me is searching in vain. I'm found in a trench, but not on a plane. Kids hit age twelve and they think that they've found me. Sleeping with me means you're sleeping quite soundly.

If I am long, your legs might ache, Know my turns or your life’s at stake. My form can be straight or a circle instead, To loop you all the way back to my head. My natural views may put you in awe. When I become steep, your breath I may draw.

I have a bed, but never sleep; I have a head, but never weep; I have a mouth, but never talk; I often run, but cannot walk.