You cannot win me, as I am not a race. But if you not know me, you are concidered safe. When you get tricked, speak that out loud! You now think you know me? I think you again are out.

I can be a coats warm lining. Or, take ya for all you’ve got.

Pressed in wax or ink on page, yet on the ground I thud and pound. I certify, I mark, I gauge; or a heavy step, a weighted sound.

I strike bright fire with rough embrace, Or find the equal in a face. I set two rivals toe-to-toe, Or spark a flame with single blow. I pair, I flare, I test your will, One whispered touch, and I fulfill.

I come and go without moving at all. You can chase me for miles, but you’ll never get closer. I’m always in front of you, even when you turn away. What am I?