Answer:
Travel a mile and I will change, travel a million and I will end as I started. What am I?
What is cut on a table but is never eaten?
If a man carries my burden they will get crushed to death. Though not rich I leave silver in my track.
I am a type of cheese made backwards
What has to be broken before you can use it?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.