Where a suitcase is your only friend
You never know when you’ll be back again
And you never really know where
Your real life ends and your fake begins
Somewhere in between the airports and the car
We count where we’ve been
We add up just how far
All those miles we’ve traveled have taken us
And how much more we may have to go
With imperfect calculations
Of missed flights and cut locks
And things broken on the plane
The things we’ve lost, the things we’ve gained
Experience tells us it was worth the pain
Of leaving and giving up
Of moving and starting new
Of going on and stopping here
Of holding back and letting through
All these miles wasted
All these faces noticed
All the things we never knew about ourselves
Between the lies of lives untold
All the things we thought we knew
And how we were so smart
Temptation is to quit
Temptation says to resign
Temptation says to leave the lines and never fly
But the suitcase never leaves you
The suitcase never lies to you
Always tells the truth
Of your vagabond existence
(May 29, ’10)
