Chameleon

Beborn Beton

Silently
I am walking on
Hollowed ground
Am I walking?
I seem to fly.
Birds all around
Me whispering, gazing
Suddenly a voice or two
I turn around and
Hardly can believe
In what I hear
In what I see
The Nightingale
Talks to stone,
To a beast turning
Red
And
Green
And
Blue
"I'm alive"
Says the bird,
"I'm alive in here ",
The Chameleon smiles
It's fate
Is it's youth,
Never loved before,
Never shared a tear
Darkness fills the air
And I realize
I do not fly anymore
No Chameleon,
No Nightingale,
No voice
Over there,
The riverside,
A bridge
On the other side
I see flowers
Everynow and then
A flower on the way
Slowly getting pale,
Slowly recovering
Beasts crawling, sneaking
Silently weeping
But I don't seem to notice
Blue as I used to be,
Till I found you
It's the Chameleon
Never responding
Silently nodding,
But never
Spending a tune
Never
Let someone in,
As deeply
As you did with
Me
It's the
Chameleon
Never responding
Silently nodding,
But never
Spending a tune

Is it worth a try
Or will I drown ?
What better way
To die
In search of life ?
As I step on,
A crush I drown,
I die
Happy though
Happy not to have
Let a thing in life untried
A last view to