I slept 51 years on a make believe bed

I slept 51 years on a make believe bedIn the end they let the air out of it The bed spiraled down to the size of a pea Took all my baggage along with it. The baggage now buried 20,000 feet under the ground beneath her feet Gathered moss and grew roots. A seedling sprouted with its head held high Reached up for the vermillion sky Through the dirt and grime, it fought its way up The surrounding baggages tried to shun the growth Pull down the seedling gasping for breath It fought valiantly, a fight for all seedling baggage.