There once was a Cowboy.
There once was a Cowboy who had never been seen. He rode in the shadows in a
world full of dreams.
Two hours of 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 this Cowboy, you'll know
what it means...
...to the Cowboy that rides in the shadows
in a world full of dreams.
"Once a Cowboy, always a Cowboy" a personal dialogue.
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 we strive to live and the time
we often squander.
As here we stand silently on the edge
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
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.