Paper Planes
Over the cliff it goes,
Where is lands; no one knows.
Does it matter?
The wind takes it up - around, side to side then down.
Its outta my hands this time, only the wind knows where it lands.
But that place, we will see, at that point in time,
Complete it will be.
The ride might be long,
Might be hard,
It will fight and flea trying to break free,
But I believe though…in the end,
It will grow,
People will be amazed at the new show.
Only to be back on the cliff,
Falling again,
But this time…it will be ready for the wind.
Enjoying the flight because it knows,
The ride is what allows it to grow;
Being even better then the previous show.
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