a riddle out of procrastination
i am largely available to the poorest and the richest people are so poor in me. i live in you, but my presence is not known unless another sees. i grow like a seed, but i have no physical form. i birth great people, but i have neither a womb nor a breast to feed them, but i feed them nonetheless. everyone knows me, and everyone covets me, yet i have nothing of value to covet but my being. what am i?












