I stretch far and straight from town to town, with steel on wood where wheels roll down. I carry people, cargo, too, what am I that runs straight through?

I closed the lid on Pandora's box, I open the door to new things, You can even use me to find a date, If you're crazy you may be off the...

I have a tongue but cannot speak. I have a sole but cannot feel. I love to run, jump, and squeak, And I am always laced with zeal.

A fluffy, golden, breakfast delight, covered in syrup.

I help when writing goes astray, then slowly wear myself away.