He can bring you joy, sorrow, or everything in between. None have seen, smelt or felt him, yet many still know what he is. He has many types, but he is really just one thing. What is he ?
It Lies behind rocks and rills,
and under Mountains and hills.
It cannot be seen or felt,
nor even heard or smelt.
What is it?
I cannot be felt, seen or touched; Yet I can be found in everybody; My existence is always in debate; Yet I have my own style of music. What Am I?
I cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
I lie behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes I fill.
I come first and follow after,
End life, kill laughter.
What am I?
I know all, have seen all, yet I am not conscious. Looking back upon me shows mistakes and also good things. Looking in the middle of me shows opportunities to be exploited. Looking forward upon me shows the effects of decision. What am I?