You found me where no thing should be, Too smooth, too dark, too perfectly. You stare at me, and I stare back too, Though I have no eyes to look at you. What am I?

A wand. A water. A hand. What connects us? One word can. Flourish, roll, or side to side. A waxy board is fit to ride.

What do you mean it’s all crushed minerals?! This goo goes on anything you want to change colors. Some people even mix goos to form different colors!

Flat, a sea to cross, Words and plans upon my face, Nailed, I hold them fast.

I'm where some games are played. In debate I have opposite meaning depending on what side of pond you're on. Don't be late for dinner.