I stretch across the gap where two sides cannot meet, giving you a path beneath your feet.

I am round, I am toothed, Old machines have me uncouth. I grind, I lift, I make things go, What am I? Do you know?

I branch like a mini tree upon a noble head, Lost each winter, then grown back instead. Velvet coats me while I’m young and new, Hardened into crown before the autumn dew.

I stand beneath your hands and wait For every move that seals your fate Push me left and I will turn Pull me right and watch me learn I never walk yet I can roam Across strange worlds far from home I have no feet yet make you run I help you fight and race for fun Sometimes I come as one alone Sometimes together on a throne With buttons near me waiting still To follow every gamers will I can steer a car through crowded streets Fly through the clouds or dodge defeats In quiet hands I stay at rest Until you move me to your quest I have no voice yet I command The things you see across the land A gentle push can change your way And send you somewhere new to play What am I

It's piling up, it's on the chair, oh my gosh, I no longer wear underwear. Commando I go, though clothes are there. By starting the machine, Defeat I declare.