I twist and turn, yet stand in place, My paths confound each seeker’s pace, Few escape the routes I embrace.

I can get you across borders, but I cannot move without you. People use me to show where they come from.

I can be a canyon, A piano that sings, A large dancing hall, Or one thousand things

Some see me as just a letter, some see me as change, some see me as land, and some see me as plane. You could see me as all four if you just tri.

I’m past Neptune, cold and wide, Where icy wanderers like to hide. Home to Pluto, a distant shelf, Name me right, I’m the belt myself