MathParadise

I 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?

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