Paper Planes

My feeble hands twist and turn a piece of paper.

No matter the shape, no matter the science but my imagination makes it better.

I wish my fantasy quickly turns into real.

I want to fly as high I can, though my dreams are surreal.

Do not kill my imagination with your expectations. 

Do not kill my vision with this much pressure.

Though today it’s just a paper plane, but for me, this is my self-made treasure.