What will you become, paper?
Possibilities not finite
Pure and full of opportunity
This brings attention and that brings use
The people who use you leave marks
Those that can't be erased scar
Not every tear can be repaired
Mistakes of others leave you crumpled
And once crumpled you're quickly cast aside
These things done without second thought
Become what and who you are
Tell of doors closed and options lost
Drift on the wind and float through the street
For perfection eludes us all
Purification is not possible
Wandering, search for your rest
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 9:02 AM UTC
What will you become, paper?
Possibilities not finite
Pure and full of opportunity
This brings attention and that brings use
The people who use you leave marks
Those that can't be erased scar
Not every tear can be repaired
Mistakes of others leave you crumpled
And once crumpled you're quickly cast aside
These things done without second thought
Become what and who you are
Tell of doors closed and options lost
Drift on the wind and float through the street
For perfection eludes us all
Purification is not possible
Wandering, search for your rest
