yesterday is history
tomorrow'a accessory..

i wish i could discard all the extra baggage that is pressing down on my shoulders
threatening to overcome me and push me down to the floor in defeat
i'm standing at the crossroads
tears on my face
i thought the pain would heal
but it mocks me by only increasing in intensity
consistently knawing at me
never ceasing in its merciless taunt
and i winch and gritt my teeth

the baggage lays at my feet
i could just abandon it and walk on alone
to throw away all that extra weight and begin my life anew
but i am afraid
infront me the different paths meander along
and around me the leaves swirl in the wind
like the thoughts in my head

i just wanna close my eyes
and go to sleep.