If you break me, I do not stop working. If you touch me, I may be snared. If you lose me, nothing will matter.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
What relies on columns but isn't a house, and asks for help but can't speak itself?
What goes up when the rain comes down?
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!