Paper planes

The lil' innocent hands,
Are up to some harmless mischief.
They are making those
Ever-so-annoying paper planes.

Making them,
To give their big dreams a flight.

A flight through a small room.
A room full of distorted minds,
One unaware of the other,
Each surfing on a paper plane
Of an unimaginable imagination.

Some restless,naughty,dejected hands
Shot up too,
Trying to catch the paper planes.
To chase them,
To bring them down,
To see them crash.

Some lost,calm,dreamy eyes
Soared around too,
Following the path of the paper planes.

Yes,they chase their dreams
on a paper plane.

The paper plane,
which giver their big dreams a flight.