Paper Boats - Silje Nergaard

How come these precious things were made to seem remote

How come the words I weighed were forced back down my throat

There was no room for honesty

No quarter that was mine

No noble cause

I tried fake a life

To fool those snapping jaws

From here I dare to launch my flimsy paper boats

I shove each gently from the shore but guard it where it floats

They must not drift too far from me I still sense danger and

They are too frail

In time they’ll catch the wind

And fly with billowed sail