As we go through the routines a sense of unplanned chaos still fills up the hours. We are still surrounded by the probabilities of the week, the waiting on results at times and sometimes staring endlessly at computer screens for something to change. Over the next one week we would have psychologists , engineers, doctors, teachers and educators among many others who would have changed the world. We would have learned just a little bit more than what we used to and in the grand scheme of things we would have changed very little of ourselves. I remember making an analogy today, about how we can sometimes be like suitcases on a conveyor belt at an airport. We have all traveled and gone through so much, stamped upon, written across and have dents and cracks at places. We have been claimed at gates and we have been lost and found all in the same day and yet we are worth collecting at the end of the trip. Something that makes us wait eagerly. Here's to our restless soul, the suitcases on loop waiting to be collected.
Soul Suitcases
And then the running around, the restless nature of it all,
Were put in line like many others , the baggage claim was stalled
Our claims to a long traveled day at times, that comes to an end
And a long unclaimed walk, in the company of a friend
We are souls in suitcases somehow, we are transported in time & place,
We are memories and even nostalgia, or simply things we can't get out of our head
Have you been been on a long journey for day in and out?
When the tired soul comes home, and looks for a places in between those that lie around.
We are friends with no name sometimes, we are picked up by simply fate,
And yet we keep coming back, we are more often lost than found in our own place.
Today keep your address tags empty, buy a one way ticket to some place you know,
Even if the journey seems long, keep going the extra mile you have been routed to for now
Soul suitcases on a conveyor belt, you are not left on endless retreat,
You are solace of a tired mind; in the middle of the week.
You are eager givings of the day, you are all about finding your way
And no matter what the contents may be, bits of pieces of you will always stay the same.
Soul Suitcases
And then the running around, the restless nature of it all,
Were put in line like many others , the baggage claim was stalled
Our claims to a long traveled day at times, that comes to an end
And a long unclaimed walk, in the company of a friend
We are souls in suitcases somehow, we are transported in time & place,
We are memories and even nostalgia, or simply things we can't get out of our head
Have you been been on a long journey for day in and out?
When the tired soul comes home, and looks for a places in between those that lie around.
We are friends with no name sometimes, we are picked up by simply fate,
And yet we keep coming back, we are more often lost than found in our own place.
Today keep your address tags empty, buy a one way ticket to some place you know,
Even if the journey seems long, keep going the extra mile you have been routed to for now
Soul suitcases on a conveyor belt, you are not left on endless retreat,
You are solace of a tired mind; in the middle of the week.
You are eager givings of the day, you are all about finding your way
And no matter what the contents may be, bits of pieces of you will always stay the same.
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