I wonder

If the chameleon ever fears

The melting into another shade,

The switching from brown to green

Fearing it can never reverse the change?

Or if it welcomes the bleeding of color

The concealment from probing eyes?

I wonder….

I wonder

If the chameleon ever wonders

If the blending in dulls its senses

And robs a something from its life?

Or if it blithely obeys the commands of instinct

And finds shelter in the safety

Of being same?

I wonder…

I wonder

If the chameleon ever tires

Of the constant change of outward identity

And wishes for once to be normal?

Or if it always embraces

The new pigment without restraint

Unthinkingly?

I wonder….