Answer:
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
What goes through a door but never goes in. And never comes out?
We are few to the wise; We are abundant to the drunken; We can calm the beast and are precious to the child; We can devour the heart, without piercing the skin
People like this usually live in rural areas, unless they are lucky enough to strike oil and move to Beverly Hills.
What flies without wings? What passes all things? What mends all sorrow? What brings the morrow?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.