Beginning of a chapter.

Lost in the rules.

Upset, restricted.

Black is his soul. Black is his sole.

Next he tries to find himself,

Depression down the road from what they call "Hope."

Seemingly the end of the road.

White is his soul. White is his sole.

Time to reopen the old wounds.

On him there is now responsibility.

Now, back to the old.

What is his soul? What is his sole?

Ever so free. New Heights.

So many options. He owns it now.

But beyond a certain line, he knows he will never cross.

Which he knows isn't his soul.

And will never be his sole.