To all the Chameleons out there, you are not alone.
We’ve roamed our ways around the world
belonged everywhere and nowhere,
once an owner with empty hands,
then an alien to what’s not foreign lands,
What is it that ties us down, and there’s
so much to give and to give up to simply belong
to where we’re from, to roots long gone?
We play our cards, we choose to hide,
or choose to lay
It’s not our birthplace, not our tongue,
nor where we’re “originally” from that shapes our souls
or what makes us whole, but the people around us that make us feel home.
It’s the human ties that transcend identity,
all the barriers and
all the walls