As A Suitcase

I didn’t become this sentimental
I was this sentimental
as a suitcase hauled along
I’m watching the old shows from the balcony
I’m hoping the home teams win
I’m ripping with all my anthems
and I’m screaming out loud
I’m crying the tears
of adverse weather
Over open seas at whim
Bright eyes hold close calamity
and the old songs
hanging in the air