WHAT AM I RIDDLES

My life can be measured in hours, I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe. What am I?

I'm fatherless and motherless, And born without sin. Roaring when entering the world, I never speak again.

What am I?

I can be any color you can imagine. You see me in everyday life. I have been around for many, many years, Look around, you can probably see some of me right now. 

What am I?

Late afternoons I often bathe. I'll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through my see through clothes. Used up am I; I've gone to pot.

What am I?

I can run constantly without ever getting tired. When I run, I frustrate people and drive them crazy, Yet I don't even have to move to irritate you.

What am I?

I see without seeing. Noise is an ally.

What am I?

I always point in the right direction. My instructions are written in black and white. Disobey me and pay the consequences. I will never say more than two words at a time.

What am I?

I'm by nature solitary, scarred by spear and wounded by sword, weary of battle. I frequently see the face of war, and fight hateful enemies; yet I hold no hope of help being brought to me in the battle, before I'm eventually done to death. In the stronghold of the city sharp-edged swords, skilfully forged in the flame by smiths, bite deeply into me. I can but await a more fearsome encounter; it is not for me to discover in the city any of those doctors who heal grievous wounds with roots and herbs. The scars from sword wounds gape wider and wider; death blows are dealt to me by day and by night.

What am I?

I welcome the day with a show of light, I steathily came here in the night. I bathe the earthy stuff at dawn, But by the noon, alas! I'm gone.

What am I?

From house to house I go, sometimes narrow, sometimes wide. And whether there's rain or snow I always stay outside.

What am I?