Ask a folder, what it means to craft

A dream from a paper sheet

To watch it grow like an infant’s parts

First the eyes, then nose and teeth

At first it seems like child’s play

How difficult could it possibly be?

But on the 10th time,the paper tears

You begin to grumble, it ain’t easy!

After trial’s and errors, and old age come

And you feel like the instructions are messing you up

You want to tear the book in two

And the author seems a sadistic mind

It’s then that, sometimes another try

Works like magic where others failed

It’s when you feel all hope is lost

That the teared paper begins to shape

And finally after tedious hours

A masterpiece stares your face

The golden fleece of Jason, not

But works on you just like the case

The shabby thing that was your dream

now exists, in reality

And you see and see, and think and think

Next time I’ll perfect it, I believe !

All of us are meant to make

a masterpiece on the sheet called life

The sheet will tear, the sheet will crease

But by and by the sheet gives way

Cause even the sheet wants nothing more

Than to be a part of your destiny

The only reason why it tears

Is to finally see your dreams come free..

dragon’s egg                                                                spring into action

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