Answer:
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
There is a creature of God whose body is hardΝΎ it does not wish to eat unless you strike its head.
What is lengthened by being cut at both ends?
What has two hands, a round face, always runs, but stays in place?
At first, I am nothing. Add something to negate. Add again to oppose. Add again to find the time to draw. Add once more to find nobody at all.
I can only be played on a windy day