The chameleon
who play colour tricks
knows why
The snake
who sheds its skin
knows why
and the tortoise
who hide in its shell
knows why
but who am i to tell?
I am guilty of the same crime
I am the masquerade
who drive the crowd affright
but hide under a blanket at night
i am the lizard
who never keep his head up
The world is a dreadful place
still i must leave herein
mutating for relevance
my persona peeling away
till i know not who i am
and soon
I'll be like a fish
out of water
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