Turning over the cube

You see another side.

Different from the others,

Yet also the same.

If you draw a face,

It becomes even more different.

Special even.

Turn the cube again.

Another side.

The side you don't see till you turn the cube

The side you don't see till you look a little further.

The cube, is you.

Turn it again, and it's still you

Just different, a little different than the last.

A cube has sides,

And as do you.

Dig a little farther,

Look at little closer

You'll see a side you never saw before