Answer:
I am always in front of you, but you will never see me. What am I?
I go around in circles, but always straight ahead. Never complain, no matter where I am led.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardener’s tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, one’s a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?