Influence of influence

The bag was so full, I couldn’t carry it

I took out a few things; I wish I could take out a few more

I wanted to capture the essence of a beautiful past

That was in the bag

I am not guilty; I took the things that were mine

Why the bag mirrored my neurons

Even before they were formed

Why the ‘myriad-minded’ man voiced

My deepest thoughts before they were born

I can’t say, I won’t go near the bag again

Influence of influence never wanes