I’m brushed into flowers, landscapes, and skies, or rolled onto walls in a fresh new disguise.

Rooted before my birth. My use begins to lack. I fold upon your will. Your will is on my back. Ideal for your ideas. I deal in cards and wax. Oft’ torn, which makes me partial To the way I’m stored in stacks.

The beam zooms me onto the ship, and I'm meeting one of the Greys I'm very excited; I've been a fan for days The alien is very nice, so I pull my phone free and ask for a...

I am a boundary between you and what's beyond I can present a challenge to be overcome Or I can keep you safe from elements and dangers

Enhancing the vision of just one eye, It dangles on a chain, very close by.