What are you?
You are a book standing on a bookshelf as night falls.
You are a innocent student standing in the playground.
You are the number five being quickly written on a sheet of paper.
You are a loaf of bread which has just been sliced.
You are the glossy part of a golden lipstick.
You are a star shooting into space.
You are a telescope searching for Mars.
You are a wheel spinning in the wind.
You are a kite trying to get untangled from the tree.
You are the end.