If you click me repeatedly, I'll drive others insane, But I won't assist you in winning a computer game. I'm digital because of what holds me, And analog without wires to control me.

I am small yet I hold great control over spaces both near and far I do not speak yet I grant permission I can welcome you in or keep you out I often travel in pockets or bags and am easily lost causing stress and delay I come in many shapes but serve one simple purpose to open what is closed and secure what is not mine alone is not enough but in the right place I become powerful what am I

I have many faces but no head, I may be above you or under your tread. I can be cut, nailed, folded, or drawn, and when people gather, I’m what they’re on. What am I?

Something to wear to keep me from being bare, Also this is a fashionable way to look out there.

I cradle life and growing blooms, I give small roots some growing room. Though flowers call my walls their home, what am I where roots are sown?