I wear a coat of many colours, a chameleon as such.
I chop and change my outside, don’t wear the same face much.
I’ve sat on many cushions, woven through with many tales.
Comfortable just for a while, then comes my time to sail.
I wear a hat then cast it off, as like my mind I change.
Each day a new beginning, we will never have again.
Ridden on a donkey’s back, driven a new car.
Miles and miles I’ve trodden here, travelled very far.
Transitioning through lifetimes with a book of many tasks.
I am a different person now, I have so many masks.
But then to step inside of me, the makeup is the same.
There will always be an essence here, when I come back again.
So watch me very closely, as through this life I go.
We will meet again sometime, but only we will know.