Paper Road

I walk down the road.

All my hopes, dreams, and wishes,
making my way.

My thoughts and dreams,
Float swiftly by.

But of things that happened in the past,
Things that never came to pass.

I keep walking forward,
In the direction of a house.

A house made up of stories,
To make up for my lacks.

A house of things,
That I lost.

A house that was made,
Of the many be tossing nights I’ve crossed.

A house that’s held together,
By memories of you.

No nails or screws,
Not even glue.

The house was made,
To tell the story of my life.

The house that sits,
On this paper road