Paper flowers are a beautiful creation
Where there is one, hundreds more will follow.
Many float, many sink, but all radiate a light
This light will draw you forward
And bring you to a world where nothing is real.
Somewhere you can be free and not have to worry
Not have to care about what people think
But once you are in this world, you are a paper flower
One that may float or sink, but always shine
You become one with nature but lose yourself
So why become a paper flower when you will cease to exist?
