Origami

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.