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.