Unpack my bag. It’s gotten too heavy to lift

Begging for change. Too stuffed to receive the gift

I want movement and change in atmosphere

But comfort and relaxation are things I’ve held dear

I want new faces, new experiences, new love to enter in

Yet I refuse to bring this era of fear and regret to an end

Unpack my bag so I can make my prayer possible

Too much at stake to make myself an obstacle

There is freedom in available space

I can’t take the whole house with me to my new place

There is strength is removing unnecessary weight

Let’s also unpack the compulsion to procrastinate

I take all out, give it all up, and let it fade away

All draining things I’ve kept in will not see another day