Folding in

Folded edges like secret wings

Carried dreams where the sky sings

In my hands

A fragile thing

I toss it up

Let it swing

Will it glide

Will it fall

Will it even move at all

Paper planes

Flying free

Up above the tallest tree

Paper planes

Don’t you land

Chasing clouds

Don’t need a plan

Crayon lines

A crooked map

I drew the stars

Forgot the gaps

A gust of wind

A sudden snap

But I’ll keep throwing

I won’t collapse

Every fold’s a memory

Every throw’s a piece of me

If it crashes

Let it be

It’s still a masterpiece

You see

Paper planes

Flying free

Up above the tallest tree

Paper planes

Don’t you land

Chasing clouds

Don’t need a plan