I wonder why I’m sad; why I’m alone.
Why peace is forever running from me?
But it not everlasting; I will roam.
Happiness and sweetness I’ll truly see.
Because, everything bad is just a stop,
It’s just a place on a map to go pass.
I carry my bag; it will never drop.
Everything is in there; treat it like glass.
In my duffel are my dreams and aspirations.
I can be sad, tired, hopeless, or broken,
The day changes and I’m filled with elation.
I will remember that day: a token.
When it’s not enough and things get scary,
I think: awful is just temporary.