Leave the city behind.
On the dark, lonely road
headlights whizz, goodby kiss
lingers still on my mind.
Memories, moments and
happy times remain there,
a part of me I’ll miss.
Somehow it seems unfair.
I stare ahead but still
ache for what is now gone.
Excitement starts to swell
for what is yet to come.
Worlds colliding again.
Identity lost track
some time ago and yet
I search for a way back
to myself. Journeying
towards another me,
I wave goodbye and try
to make sense of feelings
but can’t begin to see
how I will ever feel
at home. Elusive word,
ever changing concept,
adapting as I do
to somewhere new again.
Lost or simply going
in zigzags. Figure out
where I belong. Where is home?
Too many goodbyes said.
The road feels sort of safe.
Anonymous. Unknown.
Here we’re all out-of-place.
Fitting in, finding ‘home’,
then the pendulum sways
and I’m back, torn between
two worlds. A piece of
each always on my heart.
Incomplete everywhere.
Who am I when I’m alone?
What holds true here and there?
Chameleon kid of kinds.
Sometimes we look different
but our hearts and minds
are more like you each day.
We adapt seamlessly
but the chameleon
is chameleon still
whatever its colour.
Luxury or squalor,
changing environments
don’t scare us. We adapt
to our setting, choosing
how to present ourselves,
joining the surroundings.
Life can feel mean but its
not the curse it might seem.
It’s an art, a true gift
when you learn to love it.
Whatever else happens, always chameleon.
The Spanish Berry 