so i'm packing again
to go, to leave,
to travel, to arrive
i'm packing
my seven things,
my seven wishes,
my seven needs,
i'm packing me
in three cases
filled with past
and future,
toilet paper,
soap, insulin
vodka, grass,
maps and charts,
papers and books,
clothes and shoes,
a list of to-do,
one of not-to-do,
a rabbit for luck,
camera, mobiles,
chain and knife,
a pocket light
and keys
don't forget the keys
i tell myself
keys to a room
and to light
when i packed all
i can go
and forget all,
i am packed
and can just be,
riding my bike,
exposed to wind
but finally free.
past, future,
needs are packed,
nothing will happen
and everything can,
dreaming for hours
on my motorcycle,
listening, humming,
moving inside space,
nothing to do
but holding on
and keeping a way
which is all there is
:-), not my best poem
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