My life as a ChameleonA Poem by icaros13-
Being a Chameleon
can be quite frustrating. You can't get a good look at who you are. I once asked a tree in whom I was lounging what I looked like. He said, "I hear your voice but I can't see you. You must look just like me." It was the same everywhere I went. I was a disembodied voice. Until I met her. Another Chameleon. Naturally we hugged. That day I learned, when two Chameleons come together, it's their true selves that they see. © 2016 icaros13 |
StatsAuthoricaros13Kansas, OKAboutFor we have thought the larger thoughts And gone the shorter way. And we have danced to devil's tunes, Shivering home to pray; To serve one master in the night, Another in the day. ..I do love.. more..Writing
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