What am I?
Tick, Tock, the clicks of a clock, moments pass as it never stops. One moment one, one moment ten, moments rush until I initiate the end. What am I?
What am I?
My skin is white but I have no nationality. My heart is often broken yet I have no feelings. What am I?
What am I?
Swifter than the fastest horse, through four rooms I run my course. I appear crimson in the light, but blue is what I am at night. What am I?
What am I?
You can earn me, you can lose me, but you can't use me, either high or low, I can tell your status quo, either good or bad, it might make you happy or sad. What am I?
What am I?
One prisoner I hold who bangs my walls. I’m alarming to all, Yet charming as well. I’m smooth and shiny to all. What am I?
What am I?
Never falling, often moving. Untouchable, but sometimes deadly. Another danger signalling, often seen but never staying. What am I?
