Chameleon

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Here it goes
Slowly, quietly
Against the broad daylight
Blending with the foliage around
Like nothing ever was;
As its predator lurks nearer
Trying to sense its fear-
With its each advancing step,
While the chameleon
Slowly changes into something
That it itself can't recognize
A defense mechanism
It has developed, to hide-
For its survival,
Against fulfilment of hunger
Of the starving predator-
Whose only chance was
The green animal,
Seen around here, a while ago
Which isn't visible anymore.
Its hunger pangs getting louder
Making it more desperate
To search for that chameleon-
Which was reddish green
A while back - crystal clear-
Only to disappear
Amongst all this mess
Of green leaves and grass.

A constant change, requires
Channeling energy-
Into achieving all that stability
Needed for getting through
A day for the start,
All through tomorrow.
Keeping one on the feet-
Always on a watch out
To protect oneselves
From anything at all,
Sometimes- everything.
The journey to the top
The apex - survival
Is quite a great deal
To rise above all,
And stay there for a while,
And beyond.
As each journey- distinctive-
Radiating an energy spectrum
With wide array of colors
Not up for judgement
Or for insane ridicules
But for all those antsy eyes,
Always set at the prize
Not the included price.
In this intense competition-
While one gets knocked down,
The other soars high.
A matter of perspective
To reach the highest-
The paths are multiple
And so are the sacrifices,
Of all those who happen
To be there for one
Wrong moment, wrong time.

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