Answer:
I have it, I donβt share it. If I share it, I donβt have it. What is it?
Golden treasure I contain, Guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks, Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed, then left to build my treasure anew
Feed me and I live, give me drink and I die.
What has three feet but no arms or legs?
What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.