A paper boat sails across the sky.
If you ask,
Why did it choose the sky?
Imagination knows no bounds, anyway.

His tiny hands
break through the air,
guiding the boat toward its soar.

Don’t hurt him by saying,
"You are wrong."
Everyone has the right
to define their own.

In the imagination of being found,
he believes he is an existence.

And through the form of imagination,
he is seeking guidance
that remains just barely hidden.

At the end of his soaring,
a wrapping of void is then given meaning,
God, the figure he is quietly seeking.