You can't always see me, but you can feel me. You might not trust me, but you have to accept me eventually.

A duck, a goose, and Jesus walk into a bar. They walked through a pond, a lake, and a river to get here. Who pours a drink first?

I make cocktails complete, but I do not make you drunk. People often produce oil with me.

With me, you color what once was clear, And all the half moons disappear

I circle without moving I can be skipped, but not by everyone I'm carved in snow and pressed in wax I've carried names, storms, and secrets and when you follow me too long, you might forget where you started