A bag for this & a bag for that
I look around and see a sea of scattered things
Scattered fears & I'll put you here's.

I got a bag for today, bout ten from yesterday.  In my living room lies a thousand more. Reusable bags from companies that I let take up space. Then there's diaper bags, 2 of them to be exact. But I don't use them.
I got shoulder bags, book bags, business bags, laptop bags, a stripper bag.

I got paper bags that I use for garbage, I got a plastic bag in the can, I got handbags & they all holding nonsense.

Every bag has a story but I don't think every one is important. I done told this story of my youth and my hurt for far too long. I aint tryna grow bitter as I grow old. I think it's time some of these bags go.