Pretending to be what to be.
A chameleon changes itself to fit its disguise.
A chameleon, a changer, a follower.
Many times the heat felt within causes one
to wonder how sincere it is.
It wonders if its true or chameleonesque.
Blown in the head and still
stalking.
Faced with a possible theory and still
lingering.
Why the longing, chameleon?
Do you desire to be what you're not?
Attaching yourself to others personas;
causing you to be someone not you.
Does your person think the way you do when
your colors have changed again?
The linger lasts within and derision wreaks
throughout the mindscape.
The angel and devil battle,
yet this is no matter of conscience.
The shape changer will stand his ground
to search for his soul and
for once remain his normal shade of gray.