The Ecstasy of Influence

The bag was so full

I couldn’t carry it

I took out a few things that were in the bag

I wish I could take out more

Why did the bag contain things that were mine

I can’t promise I won’t go near the bag again

The ecstasy of influence never wanes

I am not guilty if I tried to capture

The essence of a beautiful past

Why did you keep my deepest thoughts in the bag

Myriad-minded man