Chameleon Eyes in the void

A part of the shadows, I observe, I learn, I fear, I hide. All around me, burned candles That never last, Unfortunately. For the shadows reveal all: Deception, Intention, Boredom— The true light. I choose to sit in the dark, Not willingly. One day, A candle lights itself in front of me, Shining brightly. I dance with it, only at a distance; Too bright, my eyes burn— My chameleon eyes. One day, it dims. It shines clearer; it doesn’t burn. I touch it and feel its warmth. Lovely light, Imperfection at its finest. I wake up freezing in the void, With no candle in sight.