Suitcase Full of Dreams

Third Tuesday of November, umbrella left behind,
Standing on the curb, a character undefined.
Like a hero in a book that no one ever read,
Waiting for a cab, or maybe... waiting for a thread.
Worn leather in my hand, the handle gives a squeak,
Inside it’s not belongings, it’s the havoc that I seek.

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It’s not luggage, no, it’s a suitcase full of dreams,
Carrying it to a place where sunlight finally beams.
Tickets for a movie show that faded on the screen,
And all the tender words needed in between.
It isn't heavy, but it pulls my arm down low,
A suitcase full of dreams, with nowhere else to go.


Customs wouldn't ask me: "Sir, what do you declare?"
But if I were flying high, floating on the air:
"Inside is that one evening, sipping cheap red wine,
A script of a life where everything is fine."
The lock is stuck tight, key lost inside my coat,
Maybe it’s a sign to keep this memory afloat.

Headlights in my eyes,
Driver waves his hand.
Time to move on, boy.
Time to make a stand.

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With my suitcase, my suitcase full of dreams,
Carrying it to a place where sunlight finally beams.
Promises that crumbled like chalk upon the floor,
And songs I never sang to you... not anymore.
It isn't heavy, but it drags along the street,
My old leather friend, lying at my feet.


And if I leave it here, upon the cobblestone...
Will I be poorer then?
Or finally... my own?

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This suitcase full of dreams!
Should I throw it out? It's silly, it seems.
Let it ride with me, a souvenir of us,
We built a castle made of air and trust.
It feels a little lighter as I step out the door.
Just a suitcase. And a world to explore.


Full of dreams...
Yeah...
Forgot the umbrella. Classic.
Let's go.