Reason

There was a reason

A slight sigh of despair yet,

Might turn all joy into grief.

I know you paved an airplane

Out of which you dream to fly to the moon

The path though seemed unclean

And you fought well but unseen.

Listen

The fly was not high neither were you a failure.

The clock didn't tick right

It surely was not your time.

Darling,

Keep building your paper planes

For these shattered defeats

Will make

A new you.