TALES FROM THE HOUSE OF CHAMELEON THOUGHTS
Alone in this dark house, no light, not a sound
She sits, while she’s waiting, praying out loud
Her mind once alive, like her beauty, so free
From the shackles of doubt, paranoia and need
High on a hill stands this rickety place...
A world far away from the good and the grace
From within these old walls, where she died as she fought
She’s telling her Tales of chameleon thoughts
Up the old staircase and round a dark bend
She’ll beckon you onward – a hand she will lend
As she leads through passageways, cobwebs and dust
A land far away from all others you trust...
A door she will open – paint chipped and blue
She’ll shuffle on quickly and usher you through
And within, now you’ve gone where you shouldn’t have ‘ought
She’ll tell you her Tales of chameleon thoughts
Coughing and choking, you struggle to breathe
Dank is the air, for your freedom you grieve
While she sits and she tells of her stories of fear
You listen, your heartbeat, the blood in your ears
All at once she lets out a terrible scream
Awoken at last from her slumbering dream
And down the old staircase at once she descends
Following blindly, you stumble and wend
Down the dark staircase, head over feet
Tumbling wildly, the floorboards you meet
As she stands at the door, the key in her hand
She smiles for the first time – you now understand
As the door clicks behind her, the house bound and locked
She’s selling her Tales of chameleon thoughts
Alone in this dark house, no light, not a sound
You sit, while you’re waiting, praying out loud
Your mind once alive, like your beauty, so free
From the shackles of doubt, paranoia and need
High on a hill stands this rickety place...
A world far away from the good and the grace
From within these old walls, where you died as you fought
Alone with your Tales of chameleon thoughts
