I can be buried beneath your feet, or hang above your head. Either way, I have the potential to brighten your day.

Wherever you walk, you leave them behind

I sit on one eye, a lonely glass lens, A fancy old piece from your grandmother's trends. I don't help you read in the dark of the night, Unless you pop me in and adjust your sight.

What do bowling lanes and roofs have in common? You might also tell someone to get their mind out of here if they make a bawdy comment.

In the mornings I'm full, after a rush I will empty but I'll be bursting again by the end of the work day. I'll take you home and I take you places. Have an adventure and come on me. I stretch long, I'm winding, some call me treacherous, sometimes I save lives. I connect people but people may die on me. What am I?