Chata made himself a skin of glass
To house his soul inside
So nothing now could wander past
Using him to hide,
Though more important for our gem –
He could not be hidden,
Not forcing you to know him
But not letting him fit in
In a way that worked for others
But left him somehow out,
With his true self down and shuttered
He lost what he was about.
With this more modern glassy skin
Chata was now free
To be who he was out and in
As all can clearly see.