Thought Follows Closely Behind
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?
A nose.
The More You Run
The more you run, the harder I am to catch. What am I?
Your breath.
Builds Its Table On My Shelf
From that which comes within itself,
it builds its table on my shelf.
A spider. The silk comes from within the spider, and the “table” (web) is often built in corners like there are on a bookshelf.
By Sef Daystrom
At Night They Come
At night they come without being fetched. By day they are lost without being stolen. What are they?
The stars.
The Most Precious Commodity
What is the most precious commodity?
That which when needed seemingly is never enough,
Yet otherwise can be boringly plentiful.
While waking is oft dreamt of,
Whilst pining can scarcely be thought of.
For beings, is allotted in finite but indefinite quantity.
The more that’s given, the more is wasted.
Freedom is akin though this is something more simple,
Not related to virtue or sin.
Unless perhaps, without freedom, or its limit.
What is it?
Time.
(Thanks for submitting this one Duke)
I Climb Higher When Hot
I climb higher when hot,
But beware my rage,
I’ll kill with a breath,
If I can escape my cage.
Mercury. It rises when encased in a thermometer when it’s hot and mercury poisoning results from inhaling mercury.