The Chameleon

Where I once lived natural and free on and island boarded by an azure sea. I found myself now living in what is called euphemistically a 55 plus community. Here the people from more northern locations share the same cultivations. On my arrival I was greeted with an element of disdain and handed a three hundred page booklet embezzled with my name. The booklet was the bible of the home owners association. Follow each rule and there should be no chance of an altercation. I tried to blend in but as hard as I tried I could not put my old ways aside. So here I be listening to mindless cacophony lost in thought of how life use to be.