Answer:
I smell like blue paint pours like green paint and I look like a red truck.
When you are inside me you will be encouraged to slam other cars.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
Never ahead, ever behind, yet flying swiftly past, for a child, I last forever, for adults, I'm gone too fast.
I have a neck and no head two arms but no hands. I go with you to school I go with you to work.
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.