I would face every situation like a cowboy
Attending a shootout at high noon.
Rehearsed in the third person, I considered
Myself studious in the craft of Chameleon.
I was told to
Face it with my Game Face on
But, as I reached down
To draw, the Game Face was gone.
It hadn’t disappeared
It was just mixed up with the others
So now, time for the quick draw,
It’s dead like the others.
Let Me Explain
Because this is no stand-up comedy.
I’m glad to have walked away from
The idea of being a wannabe.
The idea was presented to me
Of a Chameleon.
A constant changing of the faces so you
Never knew what I was really on.
I had a face for work
And, on Sundays, I would blow off the
Dust and put on my face for church.
A character of bland.
Hitting that point where even I
Considered myself to be tasteless
And every time I saw myself in the mirror,
I was like a vampire. Faceless.
No eyes. No I’s. So there’s no me in the mirror,
I never see myself.
Like a chameleon, always the colour
Of someone else
When the dream was to shine like a
Star on Orion’s Belt,
There I was. Some cheap
Paint to buy from Home Depot’s shelf.
I blocked the light inside so no one knew
That I was shady
And I put in continuous practice hours
For grime daily, in an empty hope that grime
Might pay me.
Instead, he turned and threw at me his
Thirty pieces of silver.
Quite possibly a piece for every personality
I was able to tap into.
A situational shape-shifter, shifting opinions
And character in attempts at acceptance
That became as hollow as me.
I said A situational shape-shifter, shifting opinions
And character in attempts at acceptance.
They reside among us as the proverbial
Wolves, draped in sheep’s wool, to cover the hollow
Characters they possess so they can fit in with
Their surroundings just like a chameleon.
Just not real, lacking content and direction.
Happy to watch life flutter by
While posing as Emperors,
Of the social butterfly.
I’m glad to have left that cocoon.
I never even realized until that moment.
A moment of Purple.
Purple is real, Purple is rare.
Royal, defined, soft and fair.
Moments of Purple are moments that
Have to be experienced to be understood.
Epiphanies. As though one has been gently
Led to gaze in the mirror where wonders would
Come alive in a reflection of perfection,
(Meaning a perfect reflection!)
Where there is a comfort within the humility
Of a fully exposed self-perception.
Purple. The moment of realization
And a standard I intend to make my own.
Singular in colour.
No longer a chameleon.