Answer:
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?
You seek it out, when your hunger is ripe. It sits on four legs, and smokes a pipe.
Long legs, crooked thighs, little head, and no eyes.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
What moves without seeing and cries without eyes?
What is always coming but never arrives?