Packed in boxes

We were moving again
To a new town, with new faces
Few known places
Each room, each shelf - packed in boxes
One for clothes, one for books
And knick-knacks from the nooks
A huge black label on mine
With my name and what it has

Is it something we do everyday?
Walk around like packed boxes
With memories, feelings and labels
That we're so afraid to defy
"You can be whoever you want to be"
A little bit of this and a little more of that
Beauty lies in this complexity