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