Chameleons

swirling colours,
shimmering silks,
heady fragrances,
flowers on strings,
lifeless smiles,
small talk beguiles;
chameleons crawl,
dart across and hide,
changing colours
so swift and agile;
watching in fear
as the world goes by;
I freeze, I'm lost -
I don't belong
to the tribe,
one who's long-forgotten
how to change colours,
and  hide,
I sit with myself,
a storm raging inside,
eyes fill with water,
I've nothing to hide;
colours awash,
for all to see,
is a chameleon
that's brazen,
and as alive as can be!