In a world of shifting hues and shades,
Where conformity is the price of parade,
An individual stood; A Chameleon,
A curious sight,
Unchanging, unwavering, in the blinding light.

His peers would adapt, blend in with ease,
A masterclass in camouflage, if you please,
But not this chameleon, resolute and strong,
He refused to change, to right the wrong.

They'd mock his rigidity, his inability to blend,
A relic of a bygone era, where individuality would offend,
But he'd stand firm, a rock in a sea of gray,
A beacon of hope, in a world...