Life's lessons are often very trying.
Saying you've learned, is just easy lying.
Reflection, is how one goes about buying.
The hard actions, that show, you are real.

I've come to realize baggage,
Is really a woven empty bag.
Yarn of broken hopes and expectations.
Woven together of things, we thought we once had.

Mostly made up of people,
Really just of the memories.
That over time we have formed.

Memories needled together.
In some knit stitch,
Knitting kind of storm.

The key to baggage is in part knowing,
A few things, right from the top.

It's only an empty bag you've been making.
That you have to unravel, to get the knitting, to stop.

Unravel all of those people.
From the strings of moments,
They've been trapped in.

Like a web of a spider, life *******.
Removing the web, is where you begin.

Hopefully you'll find yourself in the remainder.
Of the now useless, pieces of thread.
And once you've untangled all that madness.
You'll find, it's made, a pillow for your head.

It's funny, how I can envision fantasy.
Daydream, or write, or make it said.
But visions of reality are just lacking.
As though what my eyes see,
Just won't go in my head.

It feels like my fates thread when created.
Was simply, thrown up and strung along.
With no thought, or consideration,
If when born weight, it could even stay strong.

And as I try, to follow said string.
Hoping I can use, just a little, to mend.
All that I've not seen as I've been packing.
Those little fantasies,
That are stuck in my head.

So I sit with virtual paper,
Pulled taught by the corners of my soul.
Writing my thoughts of sweet fiction.
To someone, I'll likely, never know.

A new year begins and reflection.
Grabs ahold of me.
Yeah I guess I'll hop on this trend.

It's hard not to think of my perception.
Of my life, out across life's ocean

I think of simply this last year.
But my thoughts, span a decade.

Of all of my trials and tribulations.
Of all of the choices, that I have made.

Of all the lessons presented.
Of the ones, I just might have learned.

Of all of my dreams and my wishes.
For all the things, that I have yearned.

I find, myself left wanting.
Wanting at this point, I know not what for.

Because, as these years have passed by.
I let extinguish, all the passion, that once burned.

So I think I find myself wanting.
In a reflection I couldn't help but start.

An ember found in the ashes.
The ashes, that once was my heart.

I think, it's time for a parting.
To let live and simply let die.
All, that's made me who I am.
All, that's scarred my inside.

All that's defined how I see the world.
To all, that left me alone.
I think, it's time for a parting.
Let lessons, redefine the word "home".

Though I use the word all the time...
I've found it's the most repulsive, letter past A.
Even, as I sit here writing.
I wish I had, a different way to say.

That I, should you ever find one.
Is actually beautiful, when you pair it with me...
Yet another word, I have avoided.  
Because me, is often the only thing, many seem to see.

But if you spent your life trying.
Trying to make, something out of your me...
While crying alone feeling parched and dieing.
As though a cast away, drifting alone out through the sea.

You just might find, your other I sighing.
Alone and oarless, but also fighting.
Fighting for just one chance to see.
Their savior, but clearly not me.

Until, your lonesome rafts merge.
Like two great currents, longing to be...
Reunited, after their births,
From distant frozen memories, that no one should have ever seen.

You might find, you both share a warmth.
Crafted by how, you've both drifted from so far.
A warmth that hides you amongst each other,
Making hit hard to see, where once, you did start.

But suddenly, as now kind fate would have it.
You no longer care where you once started, or where you now end.
As you two, have finally come together.
It's like heaven said, your lives can finally begin.

I got on the ride...
It looked like so much fun.
I remember that day,
As my eyes glittered of joy in the sun.

I had no idea.
How sick it would make me.
But sick in my heart,
And as expected dizzy.

Round and round,
I would go.
But when chance to get off,
The ride again glowed.

And hope would leap,
And strangle my throat.
Robbing the oxygen from my thoughts,
Until back on I would go.

Having forgotten just how,
The pain I had felt,
Just hope for a ride,
That would cause all the sorrow to melt.

But again I would spin,
Laugh for a moment at first.
And on it would go,
Bringing back all of the hurt.

And I find myself back,
Dangling over the edge,
Face skimming the ground...

Round and round,
On my heartbroken merry-go-round...