Paper Pioneer

Paper Pioneer
by me(whatever)
to Brain Crain- Dream of Flying

What should I do?
The world has left me,
turning in solitary orbit,
a door without the key. 

The birds have all fled,
from the trouble born ahead,
the rain is sloshing down,
falling on our paper town.

It's too soon to go",
the fishes grumbled in their sleep,
a disillusioned, occupied daydream
swimming dead in the deep.

the rings spin me in circles,
making me dizzy from your pearls
dug from beneath the sand
sweeping away a single strand.

to create something from nothing,
to start anew.
Someone said this a long time ago,
dripped in leaving blue.

Is that all you have to say?"
the beasts staringly accuse
surely there is a destination,
willing to suffer my abuse.

the birds have all fled,
from the trouble brewed ahead.
Hold my hand my dear,
here against the rain of fear,
my most precious, paper, puppeteer.