I appear in a greeting, but I am not a sound. You might see me in a stadium, crowd, or while walking around.

I do not lie, nor do I stink! But my name implies such unfortunate link. In fact I cleanse the roots on a dome. If you knead me well, I may just foam.

A hidden flame in circuits’ keep, I grant reward or steal your sleep. I stir up joy, desire, fear. Too much-I burn; too little - drear. Not thought, but guide, I draw you in, a fleeting prize you long to win.

I am born when something ends, I can haunt you or I can guide friends. I live in the mind but fade with the years, I carry both laughter and sometimes tears.

I move without feet, yet I carry you far, I’m measured in moments, not bound to a star. I heal every wound, I erode every wall, I am the river that none can rewind