I put out fires I sound like a tramp I'm coiled and weak, but can be firm and straight when you run a good flow

This is not what I claim to be but it seems that atleast for now I am that which I do not claim. Learning, thinking and creating is what they love. Some of the greatest minds are from a time we cannot go back to. Think. Think. Think. Lover of wisdom. Knowledge is what I seek

I have body, a mouth, a lip, and a neck. I'm a good pitcher if I'm handled with respect. Replace 'p' with my first letter I'm a stout little dog. Replace 'b' with my first letter I skitter under a log.

I arrive without footsteps, yet move the whole room, Unthreading the present, loosening the loom. Names drift like smoke I once held tight, Faces fade softly from morning to night. I steal without malice, leave love to lament, A mind full of echoes where certainty went.

Just a hint, a quick three I know it’s too much, but maybe just a bit? If you do a good job, I’ll give you a big one