Paper boats on their way, sailing.

Racing each other, knowing nothing about the railings.

Burdensome with memories of gloom and grin looks back the way they dreamed to never leave But discerned never will they find a way to a mirage-

The closer they reach far will it move?

 

The thirst for getting things back which was meant to be a memory would pull them closer to inundate. The only way they know is to flow along the one way lane

that will never end even after they will drench.

Sooner or later they all sink one by one

 

Leaving behind the memories that will fade away soon.

More and more travels through the way like others that faded away.