Written In Thoughts

The Binder

A man stands by his locker in a long lonely hallway.
He carries a binder thats full to the brim.
Full of papers and pencils, and much more supplies.
As he steps away he hears the flutter of papers.
He looks down and he sees a flurry of white.
So he bends down and picks them up.
He stuffs them back into his binder.
He takes a few steps and some pencils fall out.
So he grabs them as well, and puts them back in

As this man walks down the hall, he keeps dropping the papers and pens.
He's in a hurry, but he doesn't mind.
Because that's all of his work that he can't leave lying there.
But no matter how careful he walks,
There's always a paper fluttering out.
He begins to get frustrated and growl at the binder.
But he knows it's not the binders fault.
He begins to cry at the difficulty,
and he begins to just let them go.

In the end it's a good thing they're gone.
It's just the emotional baggage that he brought along.
Each paper that fluttered were the reasons he was sad.
Each pen that fell were engraved with words that felt him bad
Why this man carried this stuff, we will never know.
Maybe he was never taught, how to let things go