I can be worn, but I’m not clothing. Sometimes, I get you from one place to another directly. Other times, you’ll meander and mosey.

I have roads with no cars, cities with no people, and oceans with no boats. Hopefully this riddle isn't lost on you

I’m a house that melts if you think about it too hard.

I let you see, with no sight, the coast loves me, what a delight. Ships love to cross my way, the main objective is to get you on your way.

I drift in silence, pale and grand, a frozen form where oceans stand. Above the waves I gently gleam, below I’m larger than I seem.