I sit above what you use to see, Yet I’m not part of vision. I reveal your tension before you speak, And I mark your years without asking. You touch me when you think, Though I do no thinking myself. What am I?

Beware its lies It encompasses many forms under its title, And will be as easy as pie, or the most difficult thing you could ever craft. At least one in your life will demand a tithe of blood, sweat, and tears As long as you're careful not to mix up your salts and your sugars You won't be called its butcher

I’m there at the table with stakes low or high. I’m your best friend with a hot cup of chai. I’ll protect your plants and help them grow strong. I’ll be right beside you as you pack your bong.

First four: resistance, pull heavy load Two more: atop, aboard bus or boat Last three: arise, to glide or float Water nymph, by tiny hero smote

The more there is, the less you see. What am I?