I am known for getting the scoop, but I do not report. You might eat with me.

'Impossibility' that I was made. Conspiracy, as some would say. A scheme, they would have you pay. Aliens must be the only way.

I have no legs yet carry you far, I cling to a friend who can gallop or spar. I hold you steady through journey and stride, without me, your balance is all but denied.

I can get close to those who are not like me, but I cannot approach my own. People use me to carry heavy steel, but not a single stone.

I make the world a little dimmer, but I am not made of sad stuff. You might see me in the face of those, who told the sun enough.