Paper Boat

As I watched the still puddle after the storm,
Couldn't help but realise reality,
The paper boat didnt stand a chance,
Not even in a tinier water body,
It's destiny is to sink.
That's the reason the little boy crafted it,
With his own pudgy fingers,
So that he could lift it soaked and drowned,
Tear it down and pretend he never made it.