Answer:
No legs have I to dance, no lungs have I to breathe. No life have I to live or die, and yet I do all three. What am I?
I go in hard come out soft. Blow me hard and I’ll make a pop.
I drive men mad for love of me, easily beaten, never free. What am I?
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
u always follow me but I am rarely seen
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.