true
occasional it happens
stray song over the kitchen radio
old photo tucked into a book that for no reason i just picked up to thumb through
i hardly let it pause me
i usually just keep going
occasional it happens
my old bones do an old ache
glimpse that crooked clavicle in the bathroom mirror
hardly let it pause me
usually just keep going
occasional it happens
strong scent of well oiled leather maybe someones coat
packed tight on the morning train
mists trough the damp windows
shadows moving up the hills
hardly let it pause me
usually just keep going
occasional it happens
but you know sometimes when it does
i just don’t feel like moving
stay right there face the tears
yeah sometimes i miss the horse days
sometimes i just fucking do
Someplace
Down on the avenue
Work ’til the day is through
I just want…
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Thanks. There should be a lot of land around which to ride while you are in the Emerald Island. Keep on riding. God bless. e/s
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