She Looked At Me


  
She looked at me
With big brown eyes
A wink tells me she wants to ride
Hopped on her back
And rode away
A man on a horse with no name

Drifting on through the wilderness
Night camps surrounded by forests
A fire that warms a stew
And a coffee brew
The smell of the night air
Alone, without a care

Lakes coloured blue
In the still of its flow
It reflects a mirrors image
Mountains upside down
Clouds on the ground
The sky goes on and on

Where Buffaloes once roamed
The plains weathered by storms
Farms left vacant and dead
The heart of the middle
Fades to the sound of a fiddle
Played by bankers with Mont Blanc for scribblers

A single tear appeared running down my cheek
Like the one, that Indian shed, standing meek
With trash, tossed at his feet
By a generation of I Don’t Cares
Bigger and faster is the way
At destroying the world for a crave

She looked at me
With big brown eyes
A wink tells me she wants to ride
Hopped on her back
And rode away
A man on a horse with no name

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12 thoughts on “She Looked At Me

  1. Clever cookie that you are. We are always responsible but choose not to admit. Great analogy by the way.

      1. Sometimes, we allow you to think you are in charge but in reality, you never are, except when you probably are, which is rarely.

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