Upon this plain of paper, dreams take flight,
Each crease a chapter in a pilot's tale.
Endings and beginnings hold me tight,
As I seek perfection - often to no avail.
A thousand folds, a thousand planes take wing,
Yet, failure each in solo quest for grace.
In every failed attempt, I learned a thing;
Lessons grooved deep within each race.
The world's winds whip and wile, make mock,
Of what I lined perfect, now undone.
Yet, in each finish, a new throw is cocked;
A blast with paper, under the hazy sun.
Though perfect planes in imperfect winds may fail,
Each flight takes wind in a world of endless gale.