At the age of twenty one I was folding
I had no plans
And my dreams
Caused me pain
And how many times before
I bend and never break
Never with a plan

I built for myself
A way to escape
Origami wings
Beautiful
And useless

I couldn't play the cards I was dealt
I was folding
Under stress
And hands of strangers
And all my many folds
Create something meaningful
I've become a paper crane

Folding chairs
And folding tables
Origami wings
Beautiful
But useless