A hole in me is where you’ll find the key.

I have no lips, but all can hear me, Only when you’re standing near me, Change me as you have a choice, Turn to find a different voice, Early risers or the night shift, Comforts found in your devices.

A sturdy traveler, made of leather and lace, marching through mud without showing a face. I guard your path and keep you stable, on rocky terrain or a dance floor table.

Cheesy triangle, a turtle can eat me. I’m always hot and ready

The answer waits right under your eyes, minding its own business.