Baggage

We are born travellers

Our bodies are suitcases

That collect baggage every time

There is a delay in flight or a change over

And we can decide whether to cram

It all in and become so heavy

That we can barely drag ourselves

Through foreign places

Or we can leave the affairs that

No longer serve us behind

And just keep what we need

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