chameleon

i'm a chameleon, and as such, am not human, and have no right to a fair trial. in a city i am as human as humanity can be when it is absorbed through the senses. place me in a field and i am the grass. hold me to the sky and i'll be blue for you. place me within your dreams, i'll be beautiful. living with birds and i will learn to sing. in recognition of this, i am moved to trap myself with the life owned by others. a man without passion is hardly a man at all, then i am less of a man than most. but living among the passionate, i learn passion and someday yearn to be human. perhaps someday i will be able to confuse my camouflage reflexes by the sheer eclectic enormity of the life i pursue. then perhaps i will wake up and be human. unable to nur* reflect any longer, this survival mechanism will self destruct, vielleicht*. Ich habe keine* idea what the limit is. what the reflexes can handle. at what point, it wurde schwerig*. At which time, i will live.

*only

perhaps

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becomes difficult (or heavy)