Chameleon

I am chameleon

Made of language

Made of sound

Drowning in the sea of voices

Heaped in electric mound

For now I am blessed that I possess transparency

But I may become the knave who is a slave to pellucidity

And shout the mantra down

So none may ever sing

And rave against the wind

That howls louder than you can scream

I found a place to hide

Turns out it's in plain sight

But my voice ain't loud enough

To rally anyone to fight

And now I am blessed

That I possess transparency

And I might become the knave

Who is a slave to pellucidity

I am chameleon

Made of language

Made of sound

Drown out electric voices

That are heaped in shouting mound

For now I am blessed that I possess transparency

I am the boy who can enjoy invisibility

But I may become the knave who is a slave to pellucidity

My bucking tongue refuse the fate of trepidity

Slow change the river's flow

Disjointed choir singing

Eight billion different songs

Slow change the river