I weigh nothing, but the more of me you take, the heavier your walk becomes. I am a gift that only the giver can feel. I can be shared with a thousand people without ever leaving your pocket, yet if you lose me, you may never find your way home.

What’s light during the day but heavy during the night?

My brothers are confident, bossy, robust; While I am uncertain, unsure and unwise. In the end, they will fall as they certainly must: And, in seeking the truth, I shall finally rise.

Arr matey, a wooden home for treasures untold, Stacked high in the hold, like gold they enfold. Ye'll find these in the galley, or on the deck, Hoist them up, and mind yer neck!

I’m an Asian food you see Cheap and in groups I’m found, however I’m not rice.