Paper

Folding it in two
I wait to feel the crease
Its edge the starting place
For the plane beneath its sheets
Folded just right and it'll take flight
A piece designed to soar
I’ll throw it off the edge
And watch it reach the shore
A one way trip with no return flight
It'll reach but never come back
Its paper wings an untethered kite
Watch it reach the highest heights
I’ll make as many as it takes
I’ll get the perfect one
Then lose it to the waves
When it flies too close to the sun
A sunken Icarus by my design
I just fold paper in my free time