plastic bag
A plastic bag drifting through the wind
Under the circumstances then nobody cares
an empty plastic bag drifting through the quiet cold breeze
wondering where you will take me
the places we will go
a plastic bag drifting through the snow
shivering cold
it's a piece of trash
nobody cares about a dumb plastic bag
cold as can be flying through the wind
tears shut down my face
freezing to my skin
I want to be normal again
the thoughts Rest In My Head
wishing to start over
and where I began
moving through many different things
different places
different breezes
I just want to be free
a plastic bag lifting through the wind
nobody cares under the circumstances that you stand in
a piece of plastic
a swiveled up thing
drifting to the quiet cold breeze
But nobody knows
the secrets that that little plastic bag holds
it's been through Heaven and Hell
it's been rained on… cried on
it's been smashed to the ground
it's been so long since a little bag that little plastic bag has felt at home
drifting through the wind
wanting to start life again
listen to people talk
not understanding a simple thing
nobody wants to pick me up
I feel that plastic bag drifting through the wind
that plastic bag feels me
because I just want to be set free
let loose
I want to drift in the Wind
if anyone cares
but that little plastic bag
it has feelings that no one will ever see that poor plastic bag.
The plastic bag has disappeared.
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