Where am I?
Oh there I am!
Wow! Look at me, trudging along
There’s my bag, full of problems
I sling it over my shoulder
And pull it along,
Collecting more and more sorrows
As it drags behind.
Oh Bodin, why can’t you just let it go, you know
Leave it behind and forget you ever had it?
Just unclench your hand, and let it all fall!
Because then, my friend, that would be littering
And all of the world would have to deal with my mess
I can’t throw it away, because there is already too much
Too many people have thrown theirs away.
I don’t know what to do, but I’ll sort it out one day
For now I’ll keep walking
And pulling my bag
Hoping that one day
My back doesn’t
Break.
