I am a beast of decay, Found in every continent, where life wastes away Mistake me for food, and your mind will be my prey For you cannot kill me in a way that matters

I have a head, but I do not have a limb. I am often seen in A workshop.

I move steel beasts with a press, or a twist if they're on two legs. My opposite has the power to halt them both with a wire. Careful pushing me, it gets dangerous if I'm against the wall. I move needles into the red, so pay attention ahead.

You measure my life in hours and I serve you by expiring. I’m quick when I’m thin and slow when I’m fat. The wind is my enemy.

This bow cannot fire arrows, yet it still bends. This bow cannot be tied, yet it still mends. This bow cannot rest in the sky or in hair, but it lives close to your heart. And though it cannot make an instrument sing, it can make a laugh start.