As you pack up your papers
and stow them away.
Your footsteps will lead you to a brighter day
They say

You saddle your horse
who has been waiting for you
On this dusty trail trampled with horseshoe
But you gaze upon the landscape
of a world a-new.
All the while
Trying not to look back
at the world
you once only knew.

And dont too soon stop in your tracks
as juxtaposition you feel
Will cause your collapse.
For the lasso in which you were hogtied,
Still leaves in you cracks.

So without compass you aim your shot
Firing off all the bullets
in you, you've got.
For this cowboy,
has surely gone through a lot
But a lot is subjective,
And a lot might be little.
The thoughts are piercing
And do cause unsettle.

But cowboy,
You're on your own
There's nothing left inside you to find.
So saddle up.
Just ride, cowboy
Ride.