Boxes, Sacks, and That Market

Boxes, Sacks, and that Market ---------------------------------- Many boxes and sacks, putting on my cart- I'm out today. Labyrinths of the world, many isles to go, items to value, sell or maybe even to buy, in those markets kept in front of me. I have a great stock to sell, you know; This one is love, lots of it; the other one is emotion, oh, and that one? yes, sincerity that is. Kind of cliché, I know- but this is all I have to sell. I see all the arrows in your market, telling me to go here and there, and further; But I got one arrow after one- hidden in my chest, buried deeply- received trying selling my goods. I get lured by the glowing sign that you hang, where I can sell my everything; or try buying rather, some potion to heal that wound of my heart. But I don't have a stock that sells, or can't buy or find an elixir. Yes, I am the irony my friend; hidden from all, in this thriving market.