When Set Loose I Fly Away
When set loose
I fly away,
Never so cursed
As when I go astray.
A fart.
A Home But No Family
I have an end but no beginning, a home but no family, a space without room. I never speak but there is no word I cannot make. What am I?
A keyboard.
Hear a Lot, Say a Lot
I hear a lot
And I say a lot
Few ever look for me
And even fewer ever hear me
I hide in plain sight
Whether its day or night
To help is all I want
But most like to bend me
And as if they had a wand
Never again shall anyone find me
They do this to control
Without realizing the high price of a soul
But when I’m least expected
They’d rather be protected
For there shall be no place to hide
What am I?
The truth.
Spit Like Bacon, Made With an Egg
I spit like bacon, am made with an egg,
I have plenty of backbone but lack good legs,
I peel like an onion but still remain whole,
I’m long like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole
What am I?
A snake.
Many are Perplexed While Seeking Me
Many get perplexed in life while seeking me. Others put their life in danger and others give up. If you find me you are satisfied. What am I?
Hint: It is in every house.
You. Hundreds of books have been written about people searching for themselves. Some methods are quite dangerous. Still others give up. But if you figure out who you are, you will be satisfied.
Lastly, the word you is in the phrase everY hOUse.
I Wave But Never Say Goodbye
I wave my hands at you,
But I never say goodbye.
You’re always cool with me,
Even cooler when I’m high.
What am I?
An electric fan
A Trail of Silver
If you carried my burden, you would be crushed.
Though not rich, I leave a trail of silver.
What am I?
A snail. They carry their homes on their back, and a house would crush a person (even the tiny houses). And the trail of silver is a bit of a stretch, but it’s the slimy, gooey substance snails leave behind them.