You travel with one bag,
You believe you are a nomad.
A bag full of essentials (only)
Everything is disposable, I believe.
Mum, I am a solo traveller,
Forget me as your only daughter.
I am going on a journey,
Light has entered and now I can finally see.
This bag is heavy on the back,
No complaints, it always keeps me on track.
Intelligence or intuition, it’s a constant struggle
I want to let go but the bag tightly snuggles.
Now the time has come, I have to make a choice
Between you and me, I need some time.
So I let go, what I tightly behold
To let the stories of the new world slowly unfold.