A paper plane

Time makes liars of us all, 

'tis as sure as the incoming tides, which do the shoreline taunt.

The ebbing flow of good intentions, 

drift out to a sea of reckless abandon. 

Life's screenplay contains no stage directions, 

and so we do forget our lines, 

only to realise when we're out of time.

I take the memory of myself, and hang it out to dry, 

yet still the creases do remain, 

and no salvation can I buy. 

I dance a dance with my future self, 

a waltz I ought to know, 

yet I always fall one step behind, 

and worry that it shows. 

I throw a pebble out to sea, 

I sit and watch it go, 

yet the traitorous tide brings it back to me, 

upon its steady flow. 

I write my fears and worries down, 

along with all my pain, 

I set aside an hour or two, 

and make a paper plane. 

I throw towards the horizon, 

watch it eaten by the setting sun, 

yet its contents are etched upon my mind, 

and from that I cannot run.

Reviews

[Neal S]

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[HeyJadeXO]

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