Folded papers

Day 1
Everything was perfect, there was no need for imagination

That could possibly steer us straight

Avoiding a landmark in history

A flower gloomed that very morning

What a tragedy

In an instance we were all saved

For everything we were or had done

It felt as though a baby picked up by their mother

Those arms were back holding us up

It's strange, the fools we are

How naive and deadly

From shoulders down I can feel it

just at the bottom of my neck

where my body becomes like every other body

In a few moments

A rough brick will be dragged across his heart

Leaving a scar and a mark

Of a previous question

Or collection

Of the empty mind

Or the empty world

Sometimes it's a blur

And sometimes it's not

But your tender bones

And your easy skin

They break constantly

And what flows tunes me

A cold walk home with a desolate dream

An old dusty book forgetting a theme

And all the same until the dirt beneath us breathes

And swallows us whole as the prey we are

We'll burn out like torches

Cheers to the future regrets

Leaving us nice and tender

Consistently waiting to break

The only window you break

Is the one that's broken

With a falling smile

And a fading frame

The only window you break

Is the one of sanity

Which you should have never looked in initially

Oh but poor paper in misery

We'll repeat our history

That we once almost missed