The milieu he was in awe inspiring?
The attire he was draped in,the attitude,
And a smile that is meaningless,
To please the beholder so different,
To have no thoughts of his own,
But borrowed from his peers' hue,
He saunters wildly up and down,
Till some acquaintance good or bad,
Takes notice of this staring lad,
with a backbone of a Paramecium,
whos reaction to a news,
will be smeared by the cues of all around,
Killing off even an iota of freshness from his mind,
Breeding in the warmth of tried and tested,
Being unique only in killing individuality,
But he is not omnipotent full of miracles,
just a soul trying to make it better out there,
After all its the chameleon thats more equipped,
To fight and survive the battle of the fittest,
Than a good old human being armoured with thoughts of his own!!!
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