Baggage Poem by Andrew Stimatze

Stumbling through this life so far I haven’t got a clue
How you got to where you are, your dreams or favorite hue.

I wasn’t there when growing up the others made you cry.
I didn’t lie awake and rank your life in passing by.

But I see now the fruit it bore, the guarded looks and thoughts.
Stopping now and then you ask how it’s been tied in knots.

This life is fine and up ‘til now it didn’t matter one
That there was always someone else, laughing, having fun.

The broken hearts and lies and hurt and sleepless nights all told
Have made us what we are today, tired and feeling old.

But now I find myself in thought ‘bout how to set it down.
I’d leave this baggage at the door and good-bye this ol’ town.

And what I’d do if one bright day we went away together
Just leave responsibilities to find some nicer weather.

A thousand miles away, I feel the gentle ocean breeze
A vision you, as always, seem to give me weakened knees

Excitement new and closets bare we step from stone to stone.
Every day’s a slate that’s blank, forgotten back at home.