Chasing Camouflaging Chameleons

Once, twice, you dreamt to serve humanity, the most downtrodden, bogged in poverty; but something in you and in society convinced you of your dream's futility. You sought comfort in spirituality, so tired and thirsting for tranquility; but even that turned out to be a bore, so you still searched and craved for so much more. Blame it on the government, now you say, blow it up, beat it down, blast it away; but while you bleed and hide from day to day, you doubt the why of it, and why you stay. And so you join the fight in the rat race, where wealth is might, you're just a faceless face; though you survive, you're so dissatisfied, something real and good sorely missing inside. Now home at last, you work with homegrown ease, writing books, singing songs, planting trees, cherishing nature's beauty tame and wild, seeing it through the eyes of your own grandchild !