The Things I Carry

There are many things that I carry

Some nice, some mean, some in between 

Different persons, places, and things

I carry my things in a bag, it’s brown

There's a lot of room inside, but people can’t see that just with there eyes

People think I carry things, that I really don’t 

But I also carry things, that people don’t know

I carry wolves, but I don’t carry sheep

I carry water, but it’s not that deep

I carry medicine, but it’s not for the streets

Then again, I don’t know everything I’m carrying yet

They could be sharp, little, black with red

I’ve never used this thing I might carry

But I’ve seen others use it, then blood rushes from the head

Just stitch it up, my bag that is

Could’ve - should’ve - would’ve, carried age 18 as a kid

Some of my friends carry that though, their bag still isn’t as big as mine

Once again it’s looks small, but the things I carry are big

I’m just daydreaming 

I wanna put my big bag in an even bigger Bently

But now I’m just a target, and people arn’t friendly

This one thing he carried was to the side of my face

“Give me the things that you carry, or I’m gunning!”

I opened the bag, turned it over, and what came out 

Was nothing

There was a little chuckle, then a POW sound

I walked away, untouched and proud

The things I carry...