"Eclipsed Identity"

I went long on foreign miles

Crawled,

Jumped

Struggled with every Limb,

Tailored my skin,

Truncated my fins,

Waved off the wintery wings

I shape shifted....

Was i a flagrant liquid?

Was i a lucid Fluid?

Or a Molten Solid?

I knew not....

All of my Trails my polished paint escaped

My toil earned the roads

Which are only my mask's abode

Clueless and sun less i lie bare

Unrecognisable

 In my own battle

My mask stands the hero

and I.....

The chained Slave