Invisible, I fill the space, no weight to hold, no shape or face. I slip through cracks, yet hold you tight, I hug you close day and night. I feed the flames and paint the sky. You see me not, but feel my touch, essential, yet you can’t clutch.

They walk over; they walk under; in times of war they burn asunder

From ancient tales, carved beauty of stone, a child's toy, smooth and cold, rolling to win the game of old. Eternal and timeless, polished by years, a sculptor's dream, in halls it appears.

You may say I’m selfish. Whether I’m a car, or I feed myself, or I’m a form of gov’t, it matters not. It all just comes back to me! Often, I’m used as a short word for a vehicle, but don’t get fooled, it’s ALWAYS about me. Anyone else is Greek to me.

I can run forever without getting tired, I constantly wander, yet I go nowhere. When I wave no one waves back, When I speak I'm not heard unless I roar, I bring life to all I touch but can take yours if you touch me.