The chameleon

            
          
                
                                    
                        
The chameleon was traveling.






He had already been to many places

and changed his body many colors.


Once so shiny and blight.

Once dirty like bog and unrecognizable any color.


Short time ago, he had wanted something new

and gone toward a blight tower.


When he had reached the tower,

beautiful chameleons were dancing there.

So beautiful dance.

There was a great place like dreamland for him.

When he came to, he found himself became a color as the tower.

He recognized he was dyed good looking.


However,

as time went on

he had gotten to felt the color was not good gradually.

As usually the chameleons danced there.

But he felt absurd even them.

Then he had just gone toward another place.

His party was over.


Meanwhile, he had continued such things and traveled all along.



Off course, he had fear, loneliness and sadness to some extent.

But more...

he had wanted something more, something over them.




He had met so many chameleons ever.

He had also changed his color each time.


Red, yellow, black, purple, blue and so on.

The color of rain.

The color of ocean.

The color of building.








What kind of color in the world is mine truly?









One question which appear on his mind one day

torment him ever since that day.



When he was child,

his body color didn't change.

But he no longer remember that color.

It was past memory of the days when the address of a letter was not apparent yet.



Was that my real color?


Or another as be in the glory?

Possibly, was the bog beauty for me?

Shouldn't I have been the color?




Other chameleons who I met while traveling

all believed that their current colors are each true color.


So they don't look for their other color

and don't move from the tower.



No.


It's not proper.



He had wanted to be a color which no one had seen.

A color which never been saw.



Is there "true color" in the world?


He rubbed that uneasiness flashed his mind out

and judged there is no choice but to continue to look for that.



He started walking again.

It was before dawn.

The travel seems longer than he expected.



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