"Mama I've got a chameleon soul."
She rolled her eyes said, "like I didn't know."

A diamond kite riding on the breeze,
Weathered by wind,
Catching on the trees.

Stained and worn,
But working fine.
Vibrant prisms running down my spine.

My compass broken,
Pointing north or south.
Can't calm my mind,
Can't shut my mouth.