Should I be happy with what I have?

Cast my lot,
and hold my bag?

Is it empty?
Is it full?
Am I in charge?
Do I have control?

Should I dream of that place
Or just fly away?

Chained up to the past,
It compels me to stay.

Pack up my shell,
my life, and my pride.

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