Final performance

I see building blocks 
ferociously multiplying around me.
Into people, places, things
An ongoing chaos of nothingness
I am standing still, witnessing vacuum 
Trying to breathe in this noisy ensemble
One sigh at a time.
Dumb charades, my favourite childhood game
Seeped into existence,
Every performance is near perfect
Except these steely cold eyes, they refuse to budge.
And I am losing each game
To these ferociously multiplying building blocks.
Someday, the butterflies will shed their wings
And the ugly nakedness will free them
From beauty and burden
That day, they will fly astray, for once.
And the building blocks will melt
With these steely cold eyes
Dissolving everything into
A perfect final performance.