I'm a path of a constant curve. Distance is the thing I preserve. I'm unnoticed lest you observe.

I am broken through time, but don't lose heart. For they repaired me each time, replacing every part. Built anew though I still feel shame. For they still question, am I the same?

Walking down the road, I find the signs are misaligned. When I pass the second twenty eight for the fourth time in a row, They finally correct it.

I existed before names. I have no edges, no weight, no sound. I cannot be touched, yet I shape decisions.I live in both chaos and clarity.The more you have of me, the less you need me.What am I?

I multiply without birth, feeding on form. My presence ensures every calm finds its storm. The more I gather, the less remains whole. I am time's true current, taking its toll.