I read the sky while standing still. I turn without moving. Time obeys me.

A dance of pathways, twisting with intent, where exit teases like a fickle friend. Walls whisper secrets as you wander, lost in a labyrinth of endless bends.

I speak little, but understand much. The deeper you delve, the more I reveal, yet the truth remains elusive to the simple-minded. What am I?

A path with walls, a winding craze Find your way through: I’m a

Poor people have it Rich people need it If you eat it you die What is it?