My songs

My songs are like little paper boats
Folded, and refolded, ad-infinitum

then without fanfare
I push them out to sea
 

A short passage, before sinking
into waterlogged obscurity
Drowned out by the noise
Of a million other, insistent voices
 

Albeit, these sunken boats
Keep me afloat
They’re a promise of new adventure
and a duty I was born into.