I’m filled with endless possibilities.

Bound to be something more,

I could be a child’s canvas,

Or a picture on the shore.

I could be a paper swan,

Or a paper frog that jumps,

But all I am left to do,

Is fill up yet another dump.

I could’ve been a work of art!

Setting my creator apart,

From the hundred others like them,

An underrated masterpiece, a hidden gem!

A masterpiece of paper mache,

Made to take everyone’s breath away!

That's what I’d have been waiting for!

Not merely thrown onto the floor!

Perhaps I could do something more,

I could finally be adored!

But that is but a faint hope,

As I continue to merely mope,

For all eternity, forevermore,

Just a piece of paper on the floor.