Backpack
Backpack
I carry a backpack with many stars,
With many pockets full of life,
In each pocket with many personalities and perspectives,
Every time I open the pockets it comes to life,
I carry a backpack with many stars,
No matter where I go, it guides me toward success,
I have to leave my backpack,
So I can fill it with new experiences of life,
Some pockets have darkness,
When I open it, I look past the darkness to find the light,
I carry a backpack with many stars,
With a big pocket of pride,
That isn’t afraid of anything,
Little taste of blankness,
Like deep in space wise,
So much depth that you can put new things,
I carry a backpack with many stars
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