To be gold is to be good,
To be stone is to be nothing,
To be glass is to be fragile,
To be cold is to be cruel.

What am I?

Never ahead, ever behind,
Yet flying swiftly past;
For a child I last forever,
For adults I’m gone too fast.

What am I?

I am a path situated between high natural masses. Remove my first letter and you have a path situated between man-made masses.

What am I?

You can see nothing else
When you look in my face,
I will look you in the eye
And I will never lie.

What am I?

I go up, but at the same time go down,
Up toward the sky and down toward the ground,
I’m present tense and past tense too,
Come for a ride, just me and you.

What am I?

Two legs I have and this will confound, only at rest do they touch the ground. What am I?

I have four pairs of letters,
Leaving two to stand alone.
You’re often doing the opposite,
When playing on your phone.

I help you get things done,
With one big caveat,
If taken to extremes,
I could make you fat.

What am I?

You hold my tail while I fish for you. What am I?

I can cry but I have no eyes.
I can fly but I have no wings.
Wherever I go, darkness follows me.

What am I?

I have six faces but no arms, and twenty one eyes but I can’t see.

What am I?