Things stubbornly remain the same in the mist of small evidence of progress,
The colorful hues of a disheveled rainbow besieging the fortress of Whiteness.
Deep down, I am what I am but in Your eyes
I can only be either THE frightening frizzy devil or YOUR exotic god,
Which has caused my true, inner self to crouch behind and watch over
That short-tempered, wiggling and lonely mask of mine.
