suitcase

secret mission is done,
i sneaked, secretly to the escape route.
now i am just an ordinary passenger,
just an ordinary passenger.

a suitcase it is beside me,
small and black, lonely and upset.
i knew it was forgotten,
for there was no one else around.

i fear.
what if when i travel on a foreign land,
and left my suitcase on the train,
what kind of anxiety that would be.

i fear.
what if my escape route was exposed,
inside the suitcase was the assassin’s deadly bomb,
that was about to take my life.

should fear exist merely for anxiety,

like a fairy tale full of darkness?
should fear be put aside from our sight,
that the pain we couldn’t see shall never be seen?

for most time i hate the dark suitcase,
for all time suitcase is my missionary.
but for now i am just an ordinary passenger,
just an ordinary passenger.