On my back a bag

A cotton bag on my back I carry
waking up and back to life every day
My bag is jammed up with the life ahead
The days ahead which I can't count
The happenings I can't foresee
wondering how many days left in the bag
though it feels no heavy
wished I could peer in and see
I'v spent the most carelessly
The rest unknown, Future scares me
I flow with the currents, floating with destiny.

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