Duffel bag full of broken dreams

Stands idly in the corner,

Briefcase packed with prospects

Under his arm,

Find the key

To your gird lock

Change course,

Full reverse

Running to and fro

For a silent commander,

The sun always warm

On his back

Listen to the warnings,

Too late is the DJ

With the current update,

Continue on your marry way

Pick your way home

Weary traveler,

Lock your doors

Shut out your world

Hold on to your painful reminder

Find your lost heart

Grab hold of what

You left behind

Remember one thing

That always alludes you

Travel farther away

To end up

where you started