Answer:
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
An iron horse with a flaxen tail. The faster the horse runs, the shorter his tail becomes.
Weight in my belly, Trees on my back, I travel fast in my place, but feet is a feature I lack
Without this, eating food and Steven Spielberg's career would be very different.
Autumn leaves and bad bowlers wreak havoc on this
I can only be played on a windy day