Open the crease, then fold it anew,
the red of that frayed paper.

Even if I can never become a perfect crane,
perhaps that’s simply what it means to keep living.

Dawn moves on, trailing the night behind,
like us, with our reset button broken.

Ah, my shoelace comes undone; I tie it again,
and when I stand, the streets are empty.

I came to realize I can’t ever catch up,
yet it didn’t feel like weakness.

Dawn moves on, trailing the night behind,
like us, with our reset button broken.

Now I go—hesitantly, I go,
like the sun forcing its face through the sky.

Dawn moves on, trailing the night behind,
carrying us, whose reset button is broken.

We step out onto the starting line,
just like us.

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