Answer:
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
Forward Iām heavy, but backwards Iām not.
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
What force and strength cannot get through. I, with a gentle touch, can do. Many in the street would stand. Were I not a friend at hand.
I am the third from a sparkle bright, I thrive throughout the day and night. Deep in the path of a cows white drink. I've had thousands of millions of years to think. But one of my creatures is killing me. And so the question I ask to thee, is
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.