Paper Plane Dreams

As kids, we drew futures in the sand,
With crayon wishes, close at hand.
Little whispers, hopes so grand,
Paper planes launched from our tiny hand.
They soared so high, then dipped and swayed,
Promises of worlds we'd made.
In every fold, a bold parade,
Before the colors slowly fade.
But years kept turning, life moved fast,
Those fragile dreams were never cast.
Just folded wishes, built to last,
Yet grounded, stuck in shadows past.
Pause now, remember dreams you've let fade away,
Launch your paper plane, don't let it drift astray.
Let the wind carry it, follow where it may,
Keep on chasing, don't stop, seize the day.
Our visions matured, grew tall and wide,
Hidden deep where fears reside.
Beneath the weight of daily tide,
Our childhood hopes we cast aside.
The blueprints changed, the colors blurred,
A silent promise, left unheard.
A quiet longing, still deterred,
By every doubt, by every word.
And years keep turning, life moves fast,
Those fragile dreams were never cast.
Just folded wishes, built to last,
Yet grounded, stuck in shadows past.
The calendar pages, they fly by so quick,
A silent movie, a forgotten trick.
We wake one morning, with a hollow ache,
For all the chances we didn't take.
But it's never too late, the sky is still wide,
Let go of the doubts you hold deep inside.
Just open your hand, with nothing to hide,
And let your paper dream ride.
Don't stop...
Just follow where it goes...
Your paper plane...
Into the sky...
Never stop...

02.10.25