A word to describe something that’s more hip Or a place to store munchies on a long trip.

I could trim hair out of your face Or I could hold it in place I might be a part of a whole Or a quick brush by a car out of control What am I?

I’m the small, stubborn sentinel that bars the world from slipping in. Silent, simple, easily broken - yet without me, chaos walks right in.

From open doors I step outside, with nothing there but air to ride. The ground below comes rushing near, a daring dance with thrill and fear.

Winning me in a match has your supporters jumping with joy, Too much of something, and I runneth over Use me as a measuring tool for your recipes Or fill me up and kiss me to wake up in the morning