My Backpack and Me

What’s in my backpack? Is mines and mines alone. Life challenges I suppose. Love, hate resentment I dare face to face. Hopes and dreams never realized. Getting older and still dealing with the same ignorant shit. Giving your all to those you love. Just to make them happy. Has drained you dry. Your self-esteem and confidence is blown to bits. Now your just trying to find the pieces of you. Who you should have been. Packing up all of your aggravations and irritations: family members, spouses, friends, and all those others who have plucked your nerves. At some point in time it has to end. All of this madness should be excommunicated within you. So, I’m going to take this bag and leave by the side of the road. Where other backpackers have left their shit. This is no ordinary forest but a forest of backpacks and trees. Where the river flows of coded colors of unpacked dreams. Nestled in a place called Nowhere to be found. But the most profound thing is you can unpack your old shit and replace it with new shit and start life a new. The question is? It’s up to you. To pack or unpack. Life is never a dream. My backpack and Me.