STRANGER IN NEVADA
But, OH! How I wish I was a true cowboy,
with a great Appaloosa waiting to gallop away,
me sitting his back, deep into my desert,
far beyond my precious Joshua Tree,
where dreams are made, beautiful dreams,
but this time I need to travel deep into the unknown.
And will I ever come back?
Right now I say no, never.
But that doesn’t worry me, not at all.
Oh well, a dream’s a dream; a dream’s a dream.
Oh, but my mighty Appalooosa’s eyes keep firing up,
and his nostrils keep flaring as he transcends the stink and pettiness beneath him,half riding, half flying toward place still unscarred by any unnatural activity.
From Scott Mckenzie and his last ride; where he could dream with freedom from fear.