Sometimes traveled, sometimes not, sometimes congested and blocked. Sometimes a hardship, sometimes a breeze Sometimes the lesser one walked.

I am surrounded by buildings, roads, people, and cars, but I do not have large fields of grain. You might find me in maps, with dots and stars to be seen in the plain.

I am sometimes sometimes high and sometimes low, but I am not able to ignore the moon. You might measure time - if you live on a coast - with me.

I hold no stillness, but I carry much weight, I bend and I twist, but am never late. I carve the land, but I'm rarely seen in full, a guide to the oceans, but never the pull.

I exist as a needle, but I am not a tailor's tool. You might find me in an Egyptian vestibule.