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When you stop and look you can always see me. If you try to touch you cannot feel me. I cannot move but as you near me I will move away from you.
A trail, a union, together tied. Come across me and you will find you cannot change the course I'm on. Without me you cannot travel on. What am I?
Better touch me before you proceed to second. What am I?
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh but my heart is made of stone.
People walk in and out of me. They push me and I follow. When they walk out on me I close up and I stay waiting for the next person to walk into my life when I have a more open mind
What is always coming but never arrives?