My heart is not smiling
my eyes are watchful
I am a chameleon
From my cave, I crawl
cautiously through my life
wet when it rains
arid when the sun burns
shy under the leaves
when the masters go by
who don't want to see me
their eyes don't smile
it is a game
that doesn't make me happy
I dream chameleon dreams
of a smooth, uniform skin
that can always be the same
I dream of shedding my skin
that way for once, like a snake
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 6:36 AM UTC
My heart is not smiling
my eyes are watchful
I am a chameleon
From my cave, I crawl
cautiously through my life
wet when it rains
arid when the sun burns
shy under the leaves
when the masters go by
who don't want to see me
their eyes don't smile
it is a game
that doesn't make me happy
I dream chameleon dreams
of a smooth, uniform skin
that can always be the same
I dream of shedding my skin
that way for once, like a snake
Inspired by “Once upon a time” (1989, Gabriel Okara)
