*Based on a Mandingue Proverb*
Who are you?
Are you an empty sack
That cannot stand?
Or just an open hand
Always seeking to command.
Do you demand
That the land you walk on be soft?
Or do you accept its grooves
And bizzare crevices
For all that they are?
So, tell me.
Are you full of love
Or full of it?
Is the sack that stands tall
Still empty
Even when you are in it?
Is it so crazy to believe
That you once filled my sack
With hopes and dreams
That reminded me of the
Warm, Sunday afternoons
I use to spend
Daydreaming about my life beyond
Limitations
But now that my hope has left
And my dreams are still asleep
I only have you to blame
And my empty sack
That will not stand
Without you
