PaperBoats
Torn apart from the book of life
Cropped into desired shape,
Weakened by the internal strife
From fates' scissors none can escape,
Pressed and folded under weights
Marked and streched to be flawless,
Eternally judged of bleak traits
and if failed, are termed worthless,
From the parchment of our souls we see
We are all nothing but paper boats,
riding on the ripples, chasing eventual destiny
sailing in silence as the boat of life stumbles and floats..,
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