Reply
Tue 24 Feb, 2009 05:04 pm
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?
I was thinking Religous love. or something God? i dont know
@morga,
My guess is something along the lines of subconscious. I don't really know though.
@morga,
I was thinking "ambition"
@morga,
Yeah, I was thinking "wind" but didn't feel it fit 100%. Then I thought, why not sleep or a dream?
I think that fits everything but the last item about a hill, but the riddler probably just put that in there to make it hard. Yeah. That's what he did. I win!
Stumble It!
Tweet This
Bookmark on Delicious
Share on Facebook
Share on MySpace