Over a reflecting lake of gold

I feel like I have been reduced to
A piece of paper
With nothing on it
Waiting for someone
To pick me up
Write all over me
Throw me away
 
Or fold me up
Into a paper plane
That’s ideal
And toss me
Into the breeze
 
Where I’d make it
Over a reflecting lake
Of gold
To the other side
Where no one will
Sink me or make me
Panic in the water
 
And like a leaf
I would float
And change colour
In autumn scenes
And a million
Friends all floating
Cascading through the sky
Like a line of birds
Or the cast of stars
No sound, so silent
As I land softly
On the other side
 
I would have made it
Over a reflecting lake
Of gold
To the other side
Where no one will
Sink me or make me
Panic in the water
 
Then I could break down
On the other side
Where I would crawl back
Into my self, fall apart
And reemerge
As a tree
Whose leaves will change colours
In autumn scenes and
Float like a line of birds
Or a balloon
Caught by the wind
And moving ever so silent
Back across

Over a reflecting lake
Of gold
 
Anew.

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