Meetings I

What if I constantly fail
to be figured out
What if I always escape
and turn invisible


is my favourite tune
the colour of my life
From pink to blue
everything is possible
and impossible

Who am I?
I sometimes ask of myself
but then again

The butterflies of times
pass by
hundreds of years in a second

Why would I smile to you?
Niceness is for someone else

I know and still keep searching