poem (just trying something new in writing style)
Like a rainy day when the angels of heaven weep, people go in search of meaning - the smart ones anyway.
Some of them get lost in the journey and turn into junkies on the floor of a one room flat.
Yet others get caught in the dream.
But those that find it don’t hide behind a shot glass like most of us cowboys
No, they’re legends shining in the night time sky like Orion.
Oh what it must feel like to have meaning in the land of the dollar.
No more bullshit.
The buck stops here.
Purpose is found shortly after adding to their armor.
I’m ready to take the training wheels off. I’m ready to come out from behind the shot glass and start living every day of my life more than I lived the day before.
Some of them get lost in the journey and turn into junkies on the floor of a one room flat.
Yet others get caught in the dream.
But those that find it don’t hide behind a shot glass like most of us cowboys
No, they’re legends shining in the night time sky like Orion.
Oh what it must feel like to have meaning in the land of the dollar.
No more bullshit.
The buck stops here.
Purpose is found shortly after adding to their armor.
I’m ready to take the training wheels off. I’m ready to come out from behind the shot glass and start living every day of my life more than I lived the day before.