• Fold me into your simplest whims,
    change my shape of living no longer without you.
    Bend and pinch with your wings of enlightenment
    that I may not be able to flee from your grasp.

    Fold and tear, whisk and mend;
    use me to your will.
    Fold me to your liking until you're pleased
    so that I may not be able to change from your intentions.

    Change me into who you'd like me to be,
    until I can't break free and mold myself into something;
    something much more pleasing to look at.
    If only if were that easy.

    Fold me into your simplest desires,
    change my shape of living no longer without you.
    Bend and pinch with your claws of silhouettes
    that I may not be able to flee from your striking judgment.

    Fold and tear, whisk and mend;
    use me to your will.
    Fold me to your liking until you're pleased
    so that I may not be able to change from your purpose.

    All I ever am to you is paper, so use me to your liking and mold and morph the structure of my body and soul into something that would please you.
    If only for a moment.


    After all, I'm just a single piece of paper that you assume me to be.