How many do you see can you count them all I dare you to try it would take you a lifetime if you dared. Think of the night sky and all the stars you see how many of me do you see

You can watch me , do me , click me I have to do with your enjoyment Known to begin things I bear the symbol of a triangle

There once was a movie where a mommy hated them. They can be made of plastic and of me. Birds sit on me but we are two different things. Back in there ninetys a lime was placed in front of me and you ripped music all day What am I

What gets picked but not chosen? Can be crooked but not cruel Button and hook, but not quite either Has a penchant for finding itself in another's business

Steel fingers wait beside a plate, while paths ahead divide in fate. One feeds the body, sharp and true, the other points the way you’re meant to choose.