Customs

The age of check in

What do we bring today

Past or future

So scared of lost we would rather refrain from leaving the ground

A look inside reveals

Yet we still carry on

Places are people what we bring is not new

Reacting from memories

The feeling remains in a whisper

The years unfold to increase our load

Yet when we check out the return is unwanted

The truth is delayed in the luggage we brought

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