Trying to change out of my cynical strait jacket.
You
and me
We’re origami.
Taking
shape, fold by fold
Some
fresh and fluid, some rigid and old.
Then a
bird, now a star
Sometimes
a humble boat, travelling miles afar
Fragile
skin yearning for a touch of care
But still
going strong, no matter the tears
Etched
on our bodies, are impressions of our past
Alas,
we’ll return to dust sooner than the rest;
God
knows, beautiful things are never meant to last.
You
and me.
We’re
origami.
