Paper Wings

1.17.09

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To fly would be an awfully great adventure;
Fly away –
from pain, from heartbreak,
from helplessness and greed.

Paper wings are all we’ve got,
false securities promising short escapes...
but then they wear out,
and we crash on the ground.

Paper wings, gliding on currents,
give us hope to carry on.
Paper wings, with rips and tears,
always make us fall.