I’m going on vacation
I’ve got to get away
there’s no place left to go
nowhere, not today
 
There is heaviness,
but it doesn’t weigh a thing
there is emptiness
that’s filling everything

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© Christopher Raine


Baggage



There is heaviness
but it doesn’t weigh a thing
there is emptiness
that’s filling everything
 
Somewhere there’s an answer
for a question yet to ask
somewhere there’s a chance
a challenge to this task
 
Last night I packed my bags
before the sun arose
I’d like to get there fast
but I’ve got no place to go

I’ve looked out all the windows
and the peephole in the door
there wasn’t much to see
there was nothing to adore

I’m tired of the madness
all the murder and the lies
I’m tired of the petty hate
of patriots in disguise
 
The colour of your skin
the bold shape of your eyes
none of them are better
no, nothing in your guise
 
If you need a place to hate
look no further than within
that’s where it all dwells
beneath your very skin
 
I’ve tried to find the answer,
but you won’t like this truth
perhaps your daddy taught you
way back in your youth