she'll be riding round the mountain

the race to extend freedom saps the life out of us all. and yet we keep the pace… never slack behind, never fall back. for the monsters at our heels will bite you in the foot.

who knows if understanding will ever come our way? we may stand at the corner of the gravel road as it crosses the dirt path and wonder if our search was meaningful, or if our wandering was in vain. and we may not find the key we swear was sitting on the table by the door when we left, where it unfailingly lays.

i may not find reason or rhyme for the time that came before. i may be stuck between fiction and lore, with no references to build the appendix of my very real life. if i'm not real i'd like to be a cowperson, in a land with no cows. where the sunset stretches on endlessly and i can always keep up as i ride off… the light will never completely fade.

i'll ride out west on the frictionless train. in an instant i'll arrive at my new land i won't own and i'll give the coat off my back just to roam, just to unfocus my eyes for awhile. the sun hurts them so.

i may jump from the train and then put on my hat and hide my eyes from your stare. and you'll never know it was me. but i'd soon give in to your easy smile and quick laugh, and we'd be off on our adventure 'round the world in a day.

who knew you'd come home while running away?