I am traveling perpetually, never will I halt,
My tongue to no surprise has experienced assault,
It’s dents and fractures glisten, whenever it gets its chance,
To show itself to the world, to show its level of advance.
Despite the batter and the thrash, the never ending dark,
It manages to live past the standard of remark.
Still a young chameleon, yet old, frail and worn,
Stopped changing colors to survive the perpetual storm.