I came into this world ... a mere few pounds
Now many times over ... see the luggage all around
It's this luggage that I'll carry unto death
With feeble feet dragging, and shortness of breath
Weighed down more by the baggage in my head
Of a past gone awry, and to see what future awaits
Give me, My Friend, that clarity of thought
To live this present moment and enjoy the ride
Every present moment finally becomes my past
As the future rolls in, I welcome it at last
Without any denial or resistance setting in
And now I find .. there's no baggage to "check in"!
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