When at work, I reduce in size. When I am not, my status lies. Sometimes smells, sometimes not. As you age, more you've bought. What am I?
I can wave my hands at you, but I never say goodbye. You are always cool when with me, even more so when I am high! What am I?
Although I am important to you, I am but a mere illusion. My beginning is as unknown as my conclusion. The more that you think, the more that I appear to pass. When you are in pleasure, I tend to escape your grasp. What am I?
My age no longer sits on a calendar. I function when needed thats if my hands have not given up. A landmark and even a part of history. What am I?
