Papillon

I am the breeze
Along a blue horizon
As for you, you’re just a child
Praying by a pale rainbow
Fading so silently
I am the echo of colour and shape
A multi-coloured painting
As for you
You’re a random number
On the wall of camouflages
A lonely ghost of the past
A pale memory
In a frame composed of lies
You’re a name in the sand
But the waves washed it away
As for myself
I have to water the martyrs' flowers
You’re just a note in the book of life
As for myself
I leave a footprint
On the beach of eternity
Sometimes
When all the offences
Apparently fade
I retreat into my shell
My cocoon
Sometimes
When all the industrious enviers
Hitting the ground of superfluity
I disclaim
Sometimes
When all the abnormal beauty
Reminds me of what I am living for
I pray
Sometimes
When all the eternal moments collide
I arise
Inhale a breeze of my enigma
Let the signs become clear
Clock’s ticking
It is time
May the last message near
It is time
It is for tomorrow