There once was a Cowboy that no one had ever seen. Who rode in the shadows in a world full of dreams.

 

Two hours homework every night, his father had said, but yet he played Cowboys and Indians in his bedroom instead.

Then all of a sudden he was given a choice,

he discovered his art and heard his own voice. If you recognise that Cowboy, you'll know what it means...

...to the Cowboy that rides in the shadows in a world full of dreams.

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For all that has been, and yet never been seen, for all that we know and yet can never remember.

I gather my thoughts and begin to ponder, upon the life strive to live and the time we often squander.

For then as now we often gather bits and bobs that seem to matter NOT but to ourselves.

Only to find them later in cardboard boxes on dusty shelves

Here we are standing on the edge of forever.

"Once a Cowboy, always a Cowboy" a personal dialogue.

As I walk alongside giants, in a land that raises my soul. They reign down upon me, their heads touched by heaven's gold.

A short verse that I've composed to be used alongside the latest painting I'm working on.