Bag On The Back

The shift is on once again

how am I to negotiate?

I deliberate in vain

as I sigh  with a renunciation

let me be in one place

not want to be in a chase

whatever be the case

I prefer not to live in phase.

That will not be I know

so I go with the  tide

I have become very slow

anyhow I have to abide

With the bags on my back

I walk on to the flight

my mind gives up the fight

I  find myself in the same track

How long will have I to live so?

I really do not know.

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