Hanging or standing, I’m at least one star. I reveal the space, if that’s where you are. My neurons connect, I’ve got an idea! Uh oh, I’m missing. Do you feel that? It’s fear.

Stored in a carton Not typically Made out of water Only biblically

I hide a needle though I’m made of none, golden and piled beneath the sun.

My skeleton keeps my shape. He helps keep me afloat. I used to cross enemy lines, but now I catch minds. You might think I'm my bouncy cousin, but I'm more like the stronger version.

I control a box from across the room, Yet I’m always missing when you actually need me.