E’en went so far ‘s to hangin’ my hat ‘pon a peg ‘n slappin’ up that sign that says “A Procrastinator Lives Here”. It jest aint healthy, this I’m full ‘ware. Stoppin’ the cycle’f such though can be most dauntin’. How’d I get to such’a place? Me, one who’s most always been so quick to grab the bull by the horn? Runnin’ scared jest aint my thing.
‘fter some serious conversations with this beaten down ol’self, some a tad bit unkind, I’m dustin’ my hat off. Polishin’ my boots ‘n gonna put a crease’n my jeans. Yepperz, I’m e’en gonna get out my best western shirt ‘n shine up that belt buckle. That ‘get’er done’ mantra I’ve held most my life, she’s gonna reappear…no way could she be into hidin’ so deep.
A Hoof-beat Away
Not knowin’ what to write, oh where shall I begin?
Tales ‘f wild horses once roamin’ free,
Small herds banded together, deeply bonded family.
If I put myself seeded in their place,
Could I feel their true sadness o’erwhelm my soul?
This violation ‘f freedom, their fall from grace,
‘s they’re hunted ‘til they’re destiny’s no longer under their control.
I’ve watched their eyes filled with great despair,
That glimmer ‘f hope, that spark ‘f thunder fade.
The truth ‘f their fate, one which they were most unaware,
No longer free to live ‘pon their lands, due to humans who’d betrayed.
Tellin' myself "Keep the faith"
When dark shadows seem to chase ‘n engulf ya, jest dig a lil deeper ‘n don’t feel weakness in the askin’ ‘f others to help ‘n light’cher way.