Blue Butterfly (Not literally about a butterfly)

Hopeless, tiny butterfly
with wings clasping, fluttering free
I see bright colored connections from
tip-to-tip...

World through your eyes
Conclude not once to others around
Inked tattoos on skin unworthy

No thoughts of hinder nor other facts
A mediocre emotion; lost in translation
Monochrome mimes translate so false
A tragedy in our own eyes...
as the blue tattoo starts to fade

Only when bright colored wings
turn dull and-
Stops-
is the carelessness and obscurity clarified
By obscene simplicity, unknown to most
Or simply ignored.

Wind and rain has nothing left to utter
to mold, nor to ruin
A worthless task achieved-