Paper planes

*Paper planes*

Absent minded,they fly
Cutting through,they pass by
Fearless,not asking why
Marching on,till the wind dies..

Clinging onto believe
Nothing in mind,but to achieve..
Though the front,none but a cliff
Possesed,they chase a myth

Giving all they have
Till none is left
To others,they are deaf
Only her in mind,thats left

Paper planes fly
Right up to the sky
They go on till thou die
Then on the ground,they cry

Paper planes are pretty much like human experience and emotions.When u fold one,u project ur emotions into it.How u fold and design ur plane reflects ur attitude and how serious u are in building them.Some choose crafty designs,while others focus on perfect folding and creases..

Right after that,when u finally comfirm ur happy with ur design,u throw them out and hope the wind will carry them high.U cast those emotions on others in hopes of a connection.Sadly,some let the wind carry them too high.And become drifted in airspace,possesed by the will to fly futher and dive deeper towards their goal.They become lost souls,enveloped in the feeling of flight.They can no longer see truth and are deaf to others.

Paper planes fly straight when thrown.Much like how we felt initially before we are possesed by our own goals and intentions.However when in air,a paper plane might deviate from its course and wind up somewhere else.They might turn around,they might fly towards either sides or they might crash.


My paper plane deviated,and landed back in my palms.

Im glad it did anyway..
It would've been shit if it crashed..

Hows ur paper plane flying?

Till then,