We live tall on paper thin dreams. 
Lining our ideals with newspaper clippings, 
of empty promises to ourselves.

Paper thin fantasies, 
how far will you drift, 
if I choose to let you go?

Would I fall down, 
without my paper thin crutches, 
holding me in place?

Or will I finally learn, 
to walk on the feet that God gave, 
without paper thin daydreams
to shelter me from self-made worries.

Would I learn to hold on, 
to something more substantial?

Would I stop running away 
from the haunting thoughts, 
of my little paper monsters?

So fly away, 
my paper thin dreams, 
on the wings of paper airplanes,
I’ll send you off with a smile, 
wondering where you land next.