There are some things, you can't leave behind,
No matter if you find,
something new that you mind
Takes a fancy for.
Time and time again, you have to come back,
Even if there is nothing you lack,
To things buried deep in a stack
And lost in time.
Even if we pretend, that we are all right,
And there really is no fight,
Yet things in plain sight
change us all.
You are always tied, with invisible strings,
From the paupers to the kings,
By all the things
you can't leave behind.
No matter if you find,
something new that you mind
Takes a fancy for.
Time and time again, you have to come back,
Even if there is nothing you lack,
To things buried deep in a stack
And lost in time.
Even if we pretend, that we are all right,
And there really is no fight,
Yet things in plain sight
change us all.
You are always tied, with invisible strings,
From the paupers to the kings,
By all the things
you can't leave behind.
