Intentos De Color

Whenever I can draw myself
on an odd orange,
like a dream that has no owner,
I weave three color attempts.
I'm just a crystal bug,
I'm just made of pyramid light.
I get lost when I don't move
and feel like a moonfish inside you.
When a sunless day enters your room...
I'm just made of wax and paper.
I'm just what I don't want to be.
And I don't understand how time
weaves my color attempts.
When a sunless day enters your room...