Answer:
I always go to bed with my shoes on.
What is full of holes but still holds water?
I move without wings Between silken string I leave as you find My substance behind.
You heard me before and then again. Afterward I die until you call me again.
I start new then become old. Start clean but become dirty. I usually start big then become little. What am I?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.