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
Louis Cecile
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