Answer:
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. You can see, and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
I have split the one into five. I am the circle that few will spy. I am the path that breaks and gives. I am the bow no man may bend.
Brings the sky a lot closer.