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.