Beborn Beton

Chameleon

Beborn Beton


Silently
I am walking on
hollowed ground
Am I walking?
I seem to fly.
Birds all around 
mewhispering, gazing
Suddenly a voice or two
I turn aroundand 
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 CrushI drown,
I die 

Happy though...
Happy not to have
let a thing in life untried
a last view to 

The
Chameleon
never
responding
silently
nodding