Answer:
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go thought follows close behind.
Of the king I am blue and of the peasant I am red. Of the frog I am cold and of the dog I am hot instead.
I run smoother than any rhyme I love to fall but cannot climb.
I am a seed with three letters in my name. Take away the last two and I still sound the same.
What always ends everything?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.