With the wind blistering he found new trails to blaze.
Understanding there is not enough whiskey or sex to fill the hole that tortures his innards.
Letting go of all he has broken. Releasing the sharp edges from his grip.
Now is a sunrise campfire and cowboy coffee…and that old smile.
Whether or not you personally condone the use of drugs, it’s painfully obvious that the war on drugs is a war on human sovereignty.