With a twist and a fold, one here a small bend
A job of two people, a task for two friends
While one scrubs the port, the other stands to defend
The ropes from the waves that threaten us to descend.
Is at least what I see, from the vessels passing me by
The deck beneath them is freshly cold wet, under me feels dry
Like they’re free to roam the land, while I’m stuck to the sky
And no sailor to stroke swimmingly as one would do as an ally.
I’ve no oar, or companion, just dirt sneezes and yellow stains
Though heavy as they may, I wish to have at least chains
To toss them far aboard, catching to the ships that follow the rain
Granting the barnacles in my engine to wash away my pains.
I wish not to be a hat, wish for nothing more than to swim
Afloat over shore with my sailor, just me and him
What’s to be of a paper boat, if it can’t swim but goes sadly limp?
Would be a shame to the saltwater that frisks and cheers me with a drink.
Would I look more distinguished if I wore a buoyant flag?
It matters not if it’s with skull or is simply pitch black
A boat’s passage is afloat, they can’t move if they just drag
Just want to dive like others and have what they not lack.
I’m but a lonely paper boat without sailor, abandoned by the seaside
To a post where child of the waves deserves not to be tied
Even so, when my seafarer finds me, with a smile he and I will sigh
And head to that side, where the corals await and the ocean wind never died.