Repetition & Freedom

Sitting in my position I find liquid gold elevating my motivation to higher heights. Staring and three core colours that blur to form various forms. However many attempts to keep the colours changing I can never find a way make them stay. Walking away from seated repetition I realise I'm free to explore and retreat to reality, only counting down the seconds until I'm faced the same three colours, that are doing the same dance across the never changing border.

The question is how free can one be if repetition is inevitable and what are the three colours that I talk about?