It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.

(In reply to Solution? by Pickels)

I like those three answers (particularly death, that's good!), but I had though of work. Once your body works too hard, it dies... When you work, you aren't happy (more of a disgruntled work than a profession work), and it fills empty holes.

Posted by Gamer on 2003-06-13 16:43:35