I harm the body, but yet I help it. I am a double edged sword of the mind, boiling adversaries alive to be cleared when the fallout fades.

I fall on beds but never trip, A woven wave you love to grip. On frosty nights I’m snug and set - I wrap you tight. What am I yet?

I make you dizzy while riding something that isn’t alive.

In a restaurant I’m worn with pride, Hiding pen stains deep inside. I’ve got more pockets than a thief, Holding notepads, cash, and grief.

The more you chase me, the further I go. But sit still, and I come to you. What am I?