fortunate

waking to a simple rhythm
eyes ready to hold greatness
standing alone looking at the future
i start riding in that direction
mysteries start to evolve
gaining the color of use
carving through the mistakes of too many years
showing tears for forgotten thoughts and fears
i’ll find the path and ride right through
i know what’s waiting for me there
dark features ready to collapse
voices tell me to believe in the past
i bow my head as the rain falls
I feel the cleansing of dirt and sorrow
riding bare with no words to say
dark familiar shadows lead the way