A Western Dream -------------------------------------------
Falling in the blackness
like drowning in the river styx.
Swallowed by a dark abyss
as if eaten by a legion of ticks.
Only I could feel the sorrow
in knowing there's no tomorrow.
Living on time I've borrowed
I've walked this dusty and broken road.
Everyone screams at me
"You'll die for what you've done!"
"All I've ever done is just be."
I reply with a mouthful of blood.
They say "Now calm down, son,
there just aint nothin you can do."
So they take me to the lonestar saloon
and they tell me it'll all be over soon.
"You got any last words for us to hear?"
They ask with a shit eatin grin ear-to-ear.
"Fuck you, just ready the noose.
You know not of the power you'll set loose."
I slip my head from the rope
and with a flurry of kicks knock out the dopes.
From my house it is far
so I snatch up one of their cars.
"Well ya jerks it's been fun,
but you can't retain me."
I laugh at them as I load up my gun
and continue to flee.
I have martial arts imagined this getaway many more than once. I came to the firm conclusion that if we don't stand together we may well succumb to eventual extinction. While I'm all for live to fight another day sometimes one must turn and fight.