I’ve been handed this bag,

It’s too big to be a purse…

And too heavy for one shoulder…

I feel I’ve been handed a curse.

What am I to do with this?

This bag that I can’t put down…

I can, let it off my shoulder,

But I still have to drag it around.

I’m not even sure who it was,

That handed this bag to me…

But here it is and now it’s mine,

To ensure that I can’t be care-free.

Even more strange is that others can’t see it…

Almost like it’s all in my head.

How are they so blind to miss it?!

I’m dragging a bag full of lead!