Paper Boat

Hungry for more that never came
The whisper, rustle and wild wave,

I built a house of sand in my name
Decided to play this shallow game,

Leper of my estate
A cripple of several dictates
I was chained to what was preordained,

East is my harbor
West the giver

Silent the crowd
Where is my river?

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