I am a heavy burden that can break your back, Yet drivers need me to stay on the right track. Used in court in a lady's heavy hand, I determine the price of things from the land. There are two of you in the front to aid, Last clue is phonetic again, let it sink, just wait.

A single touch is all it takes to end my little flight. I shimmer brightly in the sun, then disappear from sight.

Round and round we go riding a horse in a circular show. The horse rises and falls with gentle motion and little risk of reaching the ground.

Last four are fuzz in a pocket Together, a flash, could be a rocket Or a look in the eye A flash that passes by

Rock solid earth reaching for the clouds.