We are perfect, precise chameleons
transparent, colorchanging beings
Mirroring others and what we see
Shaping ourselves to what we want to be
But wouldn't it be queer
If for just one second here
We could be comfortable in our own unique skins
Accept and acknowledge our own imperfect sins
Let yourself not become one of the masses
Lost in a shuffled deck of cards
Come forth from these chameleons
Become the leader of the millions
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem