He sits confined within a spaceHe is colored in by those around him His actions reactions are molded and trapped within He is the way he is perceived but there is another him A purer him A blank canvas outlined by his thoughts desires dreams anger He cannot express this him and so he sits sullen confused The other him is able to break free to sit in squares and circles to be a part of all worlds This him is not limited by his social background his parents' expectations his outside influences who insist on judging and molding him into a tiny square of their design This him is not limited by tradition values and religion This him is allowed to think and feel as he wills He can change his mind desires potential There are no limits This him will always be blank He is blank and does still exist He can feel the always new changing dynamic him He fills in the spaces In his other self he flies free from his confines