Answer:
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
As light as a feather, but you canβt hold it for ten minutes.
I can be used to type and point you see. But don't forget, you can count on me. What am I?
A great mysterious place that the bold have been known to journey into.
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?