I am the snow freshly laid on the side of the road
Come closer and watch me mold to the shape of your toes
Be sure not to tread on paths too defined
Or you may stumble upon troubles you'd rather not find
Just follow the wind, it's everchanging
The breeze will protect you from all the damage you're creating
Even if you lose your way in the sky
Just ask the sun to come out and shine
Expect some delay, but don't be afraid
The gusts will take away your sense of time
And everything will be just fine
So the solution, you see
Is not to be one thing specifically
No matter how the weather shifts and alters your position
You must be able to make the transition
If you are metamorphic, then you are free
And can be anything you want to be