Answer:
In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people's solitude, they keep. What is it?
They make no sense at all, In them you either fly or fall. They make you do it all. Their need is biologic, but they are most illogic. They are not real but still can be achieved, If they are just believed
What flares up and does a lot of good, and when it dies is just a piece of wood?
Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
What wears a coat in the winter and pants in the summer?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.