Tumbleweed

1 I look over my shoulder
There is my women
I look ahead, sand
Beneath me, the one thing I trust
My horse
My guns sit silent now
And I ride on

The colour of green and yellow is the town
At least the wind has no bias
It just blows
Tumbleweed
I need to get out to the honesty of the land
And let my heart take it's time
2
i peel my shoes off
before i run
letting the hot, summer heat of the pavement
scorch my soles, (lets me know i'm alive)
the air is blistering and sandy too
breathing life microsopic into my limbs
snarling and spitting the wind accumilates
gross grit into my teeth
i laugh thinking how i exist!
it is a joy and i run untill legs quake
and my feet burn
blood into my lungs
3

ride on
you, the last of the gunslingers
live your life riding on the wind
away form this town
built on a foundationn of hypocrisy