You thought you were good with directions. Then you entered me.

Curved like a smile, a symbol of luck, clinging tightly to the earth, it guards the stallions stride.

I am small enough to hide in your hand Yet I can open places that others cannot understand I have little teeth but never can bite And I spend most of my life away from the light I may live in a pocket or hang by a ring I turn in silence and make locked things sing One little twist can change everything And suddenly freedom is what I bring I have opened doors to houses and rooms And guarded treasures from thieves and tombs Lose me once and your peaceful day Can quickly become a search and pray What am I

I wait in a toolbox until I am needed Then swing through the air with a purpose completed I have a head but no eyes to see And a handle that lets you control me I can build things without making a plan I can fix what is broken with the help of a hand I drive nails deep where they need to be And sometimes I break what should not be

I hold the beach beers, I hold the crooks, and yes, I am more hip than you.