If you look inside me very deep, You might find climbers frozen in their sleep. Or maybe you will look and find an ass, But on the surface, see naught but a crack.

Dances around me, never touching. Infrequent visits, such big leaps. Over fifty years since our last, yet I see you before I dream.

Searching without me is searching in vain. I'm found in a trench, but not on a plane. Kids hit age twelve and they think that they've found me. Sleeping with me means you're sleeping quite soundly.

If I am long, your legs might ache, Know my turns or your life’s at stake. My form can be straight or a circle instead, To loop you all the way back to my head. My natural views may put you in awe. When I become steep, your breath I may draw.

I have a bed, but never sleep; I have a head, but never weep; I have a mouth, but never talk; I often run, but cannot walk.