Answer:
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 has no beginning, end, or middle?
I am black, white, and read all over. What am I?
My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute for my face is yellow my hair is white and my body is green.
My full powers come when my makers are dead. I await a heavy hat to put on my head. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?