The Chameleon
Here comes the chameleon full of vim and vigor,
Celebrate the color of the day.
He's going to be your best friend,
Better yet, he'll be you;
Celebrate the color of the day.
He tells of great passions and commitments;
He tells of deepest affections.
He speaks on impulse and feels each moment.
But he belongs to the wind in which his multi-colored banners sway.
Blood-brother bonds of ephemeral magnitude;
A firm believer in someone else's Now.
Soul to veiled-soul, he plays at being true to all two souls can assent.
But in time's unfolding his facade unravels in a pale display of the once-bright shades of his profession.
I knew the chameleon well enough to ride the wind he rode.
He the champion of causes to love,
I, the searcher, who wishes he had known
That the chameleon sings loudly in the morning of all that's best and bright,
Only to become mute when day falls into night.
Here comes the chameleon full of vim and vigor,
Celebrate the color of the day.
He's going to be your best friend,
Better yet, he'll be you;
Celebrate the color of the day.
He tells of great passions and commitments;
He tells of deepest affections.
He speaks on impulse and feels each moment.
But he belongs to the wind in which his multi-colored banners sway.
Blood-brother bonds of ephemeral magnitude;
A firm believer in someone else's Now.
Soul to veiled-soul, he plays at being true to all two souls can assent.
But in time's unfolding his facade unravels in a pale display of the once-bright shades of his profession.
I knew the chameleon well enough to ride the wind he rode.
He the champion of causes to love,
I, the searcher, who wishes he had known
That the chameleon sings loudly in the morning of all that's best and bright,
Only to become mute when day falls into night.
