The chameleon
who plays colour tricks
knows why
The snake
who sheds its skin
knows why
The tortoise
who hides in its shell
knows why
But who am i to tell?
I am guilty of the same crime
I am the masquerade
who drives the crowd affright
but hides under a blanket at night
I am the lizard
who never keeps his head up
The world remains a dreadful place
still i must live in it
Mutating for relevance
my innate self,peeling away
till i know not who i am
and soon
I'll be like a fish
out of water.
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