paperboy problems

Illumined by dim backlights,

ill hue bordered by gloom,

thin skin perfectly see-through

trimmed to be aware of the edge

I wish that i could join you in the rain,

I’d let you lead the pace

so we could dance again:

a brief relief before I melt away.

I wish the wind would let me stay

but that won't happen any day,

so i allow myself fold into a plane

and see how far I go…

Gliding over blooming fields,

among one flock of nightingales who really loved the ode,

and to this day I hear them sing

hymns to lilacs and wisteria, weeping willows and the rose of the winds

Countless graphite marks rework the map on me

Off track, of course, i find the way caught by zephirian whiffs

No trail of falling leafs could ruffle my paper wings

I’ll roam,

All but being stationery.

It’s just a metaphor

don’t take it literally

I’m not an A4

tho I do feel like sheet

It’s just a metaphor

don’t take it literally

I’m not an A4

tho I do feel like sheet

It’s just a metaphor

don’t take it literally

I’m not an A4

tho I do feel like sheet

It’s just a metaphor

don’t take it literally

I’m not an A4…

(Boy, do I feel like sheet…)

Countless graphite marks rework the map on me

Off track, of course, i find the way caught by zephirian whiffs

No trail of falling leafs could ruffle my paper wings

I’ll roam,

All but being stationery.