There's this fragile package that we carry around with us,
With no recipient address,
No postage stamp,
Yet we carry it around,
Looking for the owner.
There's this fragile package that we carry around with us,
Some are wrapped in hard, concrete blocks;
Thought to protect the fragile contents,
Alas the protection becomes the weapon.
Some are wrapped with fun bubble wrap,
Naive as it may be,
It does not break so easily.
While the experienced,
wrap theirs in bubble wrap,
encased in concrete blocks,
In a steel briefcase,
lined with soft cushion.
There's this fragile package that we carry around with us,
No matter what the packaging looks like,
We all have the same aim,
to deliver it to their rightful owner.
There's this fragile package that we carry around with us,
It changes throughout
Our journey to find the owner.
The core never changes though,
Only the packaging.
Mine has changed throughout
My journey to find the owner,
From S, A, R, finally to Y.
To complete my self,
I found my Yin,
for my Yang.
There's this fragile package that we carry around with us,
I call mine,
'Heart'.
What do you call your fragile package?
***
When the heart says stop,
And your mind agree.
There's no say.
Continue with glee.
It was a fun and enlightening journey for me.
I didn't find someone better,
I found someone different,
Not a replacement,
And I hope is the owner.
