Riddle of the day - Christmas Eve 2009
December 25th, 2009I am not old, I am not young
I cannot carry, but I am strong
In this world I have no place
I carry of at my own pace.
I am a thing, that you can’t see
But once a day, you become me
I cannot search, for I am blind
But there’s not a thing, that I can’t find.
I cannot run, I cannot stop
I can’t lose heigh, I’m at the top
But to find me, you must dig deep
But stop once the hill, has gone to steep.
What am I?
