MERCURIAL...

Ever changing, fluid, mercurial…
Taking every form, every cast ,every mould put forth.
Ever changing, yet cast in bronze in judgmental eyes.
Ever fluid, yet frozen in stereotypical roles in rigid minds.
Ever mercurial, yet confirming to every single rule of this obtruse game.
Obediently rebellious, religiously liberal.
Has ever a fabrication of someone's imagination been so solid, so earthly, so there?
I believe I am everything… And yet nothing