It is within the constraints of space
That you become what you are meant to be.
It is within the shades of the sun
That you decide where you stand.
Whether the poles, the ground not trodden,
The revolving doors. The pages you flip to
When looking for answers. The waves of the sea
That bow to certain suns.
The Moon changes. And with it, the Earth tilts.
The world spins, you choose, you become.
You change and settle, you, who has been under so many phases,
So many suns.
There are only so many colors.
Pick one.