Answer:
Do you know what you can hold without ever touching it?
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?
Born of earth, but with none of its strength. Molded by flame, but with none of its power. Shaped
What I am filled, I can point the way. When I am empty. Nothing moves me. I have two skins. One without and one within.
Lighter than what I am made of, More of me is hidden Than is seen.
I go up and never come down no matter how hard you wish. As I get higher, more wrinkles crawl on to the face. What am I?