I don’t want to live in the past
but I carry so much baggage with me into the future.
I go back to try and convince them to take some of it,
I go back to try and give some of it back,
I go back to come out free of burden;
but I get distracted on my way
and end up finding more treasury goods
and putting them into my suitcases
holding the zippers tight
as I try to close them in
My best idea has been to go back to the past and try to leave the baggage there,
but time and time again it seems to fail.
Then a thought occurs to me,
“Nothing changes if nothing changes.”
the light shining so bright and warm,
I place the cases on the ground beside me
my eyes so focused on the light;
I stand erect and feel a floating freedom
from whence I walk forward