By Dillon Myers
Dil drank Dr. Pepper day after day, diving deeper and deeper into dental debt.
They can be harbored, but few can hold water.
Has a tongue, but never talks. Has no legs, but sometimes walks. What is it?
I am rarely touched, but often held, and if you are smart, you’ll use me well. What am I?
What is it that no man ever saw, which never was, but will always be?
A shimmering field that reaches far, yet it has no tracks, and is crossed without paths… What am I?
You carry it everywhere you go, and it does not get heavy… What is it?
You have me today, tomorrow you’ll have more…As your time passes, I’m not easy to store; I don’t take up space, but I’m only in one place; I am what you saw, but not what you see… What am I?
I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, I can be played…What am I?