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.