The wolves at bay.

The moss shaken.

A little boy at play.

An ancient heart;

a finer green.

In this decent way

I shall thrive.

Everything, Zen.

No losses; no wins.

Skeleton key of our kin.

Except a full cup to lend.

The cowboy way.

What once became, then never was.

A malice toward those

who seek to destroy.

A reason some gave,

others gave in.

Nothing became full..

my head bowed in Zen.

Grass in the wind.

Grass in the wind.

My head bowed in Zen.

Nothing became full…

a reason some gave,

others gave in.

A malice toward those

who seek to destroy,

what once became, then never was.

The cowboy way.

Except a full cup to lend.

Skeleton key of kin.

No losses; no wins.

Everything, Zen.

I shall thrive.

In this decent way;