baggage.

what words are calling out to you tonight

what memories hold your thoughts captive

time has no hands here, for there will never be enough hands in this clock to carry all that i have

without my baggage how would i travel

different attire for every destination, each color a different sign

and despite the rainbow that describes my wardrobe, if you ask me if something is wrong i guarantee all signs will point to yes

without my baggage how would i travel

how could i ever know the sweet taste of happiness without knowing for sure just how bitter pain is, when it falls on the tongue

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