I have a head but never think, I have a bed but never sleep. I run all day but stay in place, and babble on at quite a pace.

Born without breath, yet I roam the skies, My face ever shifting, vanishing in cries. No tether can hold me, no net can snare, Yet breezes and winds still dance with me there.

I am something a river, a man, a mouth, an engine, and program can do. What you see me as depends on what it is

I am one of those big rocks in the sky and I am just about anywhere, as long as I have something there I circle one thing, and often there are more of me orbiting it too

I come in a cup but also from the mouth I hang from a tree but in me some sing I am thoughts given life but I am also alive what am I?