Baggage

Baggage baggage baggage

Don't we all travel with them?

Even if its simply hand-baggage

Who would you be without it?

Ever wondered? I certainly have

Heck, sometimes you just sigh

Cos you have so much baggage

You even have to pay extra

Just to keep holding on to it

Yet without it, You'd be saving a lot

And traveling a whole lot lighter

Yet there are some things that we keep

Things that only hold us down

Why? Just so that occasionally we can do what?

Go through all the old 'stuff'

Attempt to wear them, use them, admire them?

Watch them with contempt? Spit on them?

Pack and re-pack, yet throwing nothing away

Like a compulsive hoarder

You hold on to that which you will never need

Like a masochist

You hold on to that which hurts

So what? There was a iceberg, that seemed so small at first

Yet it was so big it destroyed your mighty ship

And down you went sliding into the dark cold waters

Now you use your suitcase as some sort of raft

Holding on, waiting for someone to save you

If only you could let go, then you could swim to the shore

Look! Its only half a mile away, you can do it!

Papa taught you how to swim, remember?

Before the water gets too cold

Before you freeze to death

You and your baggage

'RIP to the girl you used to know. Her days are over ... you say you got baggage, well I'm packed too.' Drake