Origami
Like a paper with two
sides
So is our lives in the
hands of destiny
Plain and bare with no
srumples.
Nice and clear with no
scribbles
Our colours stand out,
waiting to be folded into
the right shape.
With every day,every
turn,every breath
every dicision our lives
are folded
into one direction or the
other
every way we go, every
path we choose.
The paper is folded in a
certain way.
Revealing a certain
dimension of us.
Folding into the the next
figure after the
other.
Every mistake leaves a
crease, an unerasable
or unremoveable line
stuck on our paper which
was so fine.
This crease may lead to
an error
in the end not bringing
out the perfect shape,
that figure no one knows
you are creating.
That masterpiece of art.
That its beauty or its
uglyness can only be
observed when its all
done
that figure of hope
of motivation,
that the next generation
of lives
will try to copy,
that origamy figure,
with its lines,some
perfect some wrongly
placed
but all with a story to tell.
That figure you created
with your whole life
to show.
All we are, are nothing
but a designer with a
piece of paper in hand
trying to create
something out of it.
The question now is
what are u creating??
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