Answer:
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is within; You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
Where humans breath liquid?
I went to the woods and got it, when i got it didn’t want it, looked for it, couldn’t find it so I took it home.
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
I start with T end with T and within me is T.