Answer:
What goes through a door but never goes in and never comes out?
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall, and no man can survive its endless call. What is it?
I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
What can be measured but has no length, width or height?
You can draw me, fire me or fill me in.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?