What Master Say You

Chameleon headed
Oh, I know.
The ever changing flow
In tide,
No such luck
Tied down by special knots
Or, held fast
For human hands;
Cells....
Are for physical limitations
And I have
But one too many sentences.
Well they say, they know
From their perspective
I wish I did too,
Beginning self explanation
When Im somebody
Who is as black as blue.
Versatility,
May should just be
My middle name
An only characteristic
Where finger's point blame,
I mean judgement
Because thats just what
Lords choose
When you're pegged
Within the masses
And you've everything to loose.
Humbling,
Through self deprecation
Fully functional
Plagued of depression,
So completely lost
On the actual grip of reality,
I find who's true.
Question.....
What master say you.