The Traveller is Lost Again

standing at the crossroads
a rifle in my hand
i fire a shot into the darkness
and hear my heart bang

i have lost the passion i had
somehow somewhere along the way
and i feel there's so much baggage
adding on me day by day

now standing at the crossroads
a rifle in my hand
all i want is to let it go
discard them, baggage and all

i wish to feel happy again
somehow somewhere i know i can