Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
When I live I cry, If you don't kill me I'll die.
What two things can always see what the other sees, but can never see each other?
A hole leading in, a hole leading out, we connect to a cavern that is slimy all throughout. What are we?
Inside a burning house, this thing is best to make. And best to make it quickly, before the fire's too much to take.
Big as a saucepan, deep as a cup, Even a river can't fill it up. What is it