'Impossibility' that I was made. Conspiracy, as some would say. A scheme, they would have you pay. Aliens must be the only way.

I have no legs yet carry you far, I cling to a friend who can gallop or spar. I hold you steady through journey and stride, without me, your balance is all but denied.

I can get close to those who are not like me, but I cannot approach my own. People use me to carry heavy steel, but not a single stone.

I make the world a little dimmer, but I am not made of sad stuff. You might see me in the face of those, who told the sun enough.

Big, small, long, short, regardless of the shape what’s inside of me is the same, yet it’s always different. I can take you around the world, yet I can’t move. I’m silent until I open up, then my word knows no boundaries.