SenSiTivitY's On The Move : RiDDLes Lit tHe Day

I am always hungry, I must always be fed, The finger I touch, Will soon turn red  Ripped from my mother's womb, Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer. What am I? When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I make you gay. When old, I am valued more than ever. If you break me I do not stop working, If you touch me I may be snared, If you lose me Nothing will matter. Until I am measured I am not known, Yet how you miss me When I have flown.

I drive men mad For love of me, Easily beaten, Never free. Lighter than what           I am made of,           More of me is hidden           Than is seen. Each morning I appear           To lie at your feet,           All day I will follow          No matter how fast you run,          Yet I nearly perish           In the midday sun.     My life can be measured in hours,           I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick Fat, I am slow Wind is my foe. At the sound of me, men may dream Or stamp their feet          At the sound of me, women may laugh Or sometimes weep What does man love more than life Fear more than death or mortal strife What the poor have, the rich require, and what contented men desire, What the miser spends and the spendthrift saves And all men carry to their graves? I build up castles. I tear down mountains. I make some men blind, I help others to see. What am I? I turn polar bears white and I will make you cry. I make guys have to pee and girls comb their hair. I make celebrities look stupid     and normal people look like celebrities. I turn pancakes brown and make your champagne bubble. If you squeeze me, I'll pop. If you look at me, you'll pop. Can you guess the riddle? I turn polar bears white and I will make you cry. I make guys have to pee and girls comb their hair. I make celebrities look stupid and normal people look like celebrities. I turn pancakes brown and make your champagne bubble. If you squeeze me, I'll pop. If you look at me, you'll pop. Can you guess the riddle? Every dawn begins with me            At dusk I'll be the first you see           And daybreak couldn't come without          What midday centers all about          Daises grow from me, I'm told         And when I come, I end all cold          But in the sun I won't be found          Yet still, each day I'll be around It's red, blue, purple and green, no one can reach it, not even the queen. What is it? What question can you never honestly answer yes to? What has a neck and no head, two arms but no hands? I can always go up, never down,            I can always turn left, never right,          I am always hot when I'm cold I live in a busy place in the city,             I'll let you stay with me for awhile, If you don't feed me, I can get you into trouble. What am I?