My Travel Bag

Life’s the longest journey
that I have to endure
My mind is my travel bag
full of emotions
that might not all be pure.

And in that travel bag
I keep memories
of people that I knew
or of those who played a role
in my thousand different stories.

There are some moments as well
kept in there unintentionally
like that customary old cap
fuzzy,but still reminding me
where this journey began..

In the end i pack hope
on the top
just like the flash light
something to switch on in the dark
and help me see everything right

I zip it all up
the emotions, the memories, the moments,the hope
with courage in my heart
glancing towards the horizon
as me and my destination
are still miles apart.

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