paper prince

i'm on my own again

though the sun still shines

with no point

no language

no friends

there's just the passing of time

my plans are far too big

the city way too small

no one here i know by name

that would come should i call

a paper prince in a play-doh tower

on the outskirts of town

everybody is looking up

but i have to look down

old men in old cafes

by the water's edge

playing chess almost every day

winning bets that were pledged

a paper prince in a play-doh tower

on the outskirts of town

everybody is looking up

but i have to look down

a paper princess in a far off land

turning love into gold

by the sink now

she washes her hands

of the dreams that she sold