Chameleon

In the distance I see the evil trojan, the conniving shrew the evil in all of you. Enemies close, friends afar, so many dangers with no chance of finding my blessed utopia.
You think this is beauty that I can rearrange, change my carpet of colours as to avoid all blame, you bring me nothing but shame.
For I walk around with only a name, the colours I was born with I really couldn't recreate.
In my life of trials and tribulations, twists and torment I've lost hold of the pain. The times I've bowed bound brutally to your barbaric biased bludgeoning, I simply change.
For I am a Chameleon and its what I'm born to do but give me a chance to turn it back, reverse the hands of time and become true.
I would choose,
To turn to the mirror an reflect upon my gaze, stare endlessly for hours, truly amazed. Then I'd paint a picture of my colours for me to keep forever, so I never forget the colours I possess and be the Chameleon I was meant to be
And not to be changing.....Never!

Daniel Hing 18.10.12