What Am I?
This is the poem I've created.
I can’t be touched, I can’t be sighted
I’m only existent in the mind.
I run miles and miles, along a line,
But forever, I will never tire.
I don’t follow my line I’m assigned
I am neither straight nor curved.
Running round the bends, that’s what I love
But people just keep change my line.
My route is a meridian.
Starting from an extreme cold,
Ending exactly right below.
Beside me are two days, different.
What am I?
7 October 2010 at 19:22
I don't know. Can you like release the answer... and please update your blog. Seriously...