I can carry your burdens, but you’ll have to carry me.

Although usually hidden from plain view, You always feel my presence behind you. If I become too much, and you want me off your back, you’d better cut me off completely or suffer my wrath.

In ancient times, I bore new cities I tended the very spark of life Firstborn goddess's divine duties Brought her to kneel by my side Once the center of the home Now an ornamental place I stand tall, I stand alone I carry my mantle with such grace

I read the sky while standing still. I turn without moving. Time obeys me.

I’m full of holes but I hold water, what am I?