Swiftly I transcend
Through the lanes of the brains
Letting them emotions
Getting not the best of my attention
Like quicksilver
I shape shift
Shades that many, like pixels in a picture
Shuffling around in a camouflage
Sly, slipping by
Flowing with the go, while going with the flow
I confirm to what contains me
No rigid angles that refuse to fit
I fit in yet stick out
Like a defense mechanism
Like a genetic mutation.
The many hues my scales don
Honing my histrionics.
Don’t be charmed
I am a charade
A make believe passing through
A mirage!
On that side of this defense fence
You’ll see me
When Nothing exist
In between.
(Pic credit - George Lebada, Calgary Canada )
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