It was only paper, so it flew out of her bag, billowing in the wind, so light, yet so heavy, It was only paper, but it was demanded attention as it drifted over the ripples of people, commanding them like the moon commands the ocean It was only paper, yet it tugged at her soul so she chased it across Wall Street and she could see nothing else, not the people not the sights not the nature just the paper It was only paper, but it was green so it had value- Some paper is worth more than other paper It was only paper, but she decided it was valuable so she chased it up mountains and down valleys through cities across towns and she was so tired It was only paper, but it’s a manmade prison, a prison that can be torn but never will be it was only paper, she realized, as she fell six feet under -Cahira K.
