It is what it is

Staring the horizon
The other side of the world
Breathing the thin air
that smell like roses

The shadows pull me
Through a thousand clocks
There...,

Running in circle
Swing through the wind
Smiling, laughing
Seeking and hiding
In the colourful playground
Sarcastically believing
It is what it is

In a second,
Curtain was torn down
Glasses shattered at the sound of a horn
The silent blow of whispers 
Dancing in the air
Like petals with a curse
It is à cruel curse

Running in circle
Holding it tight
Dancing, smiling, laughing
Believing it is what it is

In a thousand  clocks
Petals swing with the sound
Cursing at the fall
Not knowing it is a lovely cursed

Walking on the path
Smelling the lavenders
It is a curse i should have start
Many years ago

The smell of roses
The fallen petals
Shimmers the butterfly
Hurrying to the horizon 
Believing it is what is