To Be a Cowboy

I just knew at 5.

I was to be a cowboy.

Strong, Patient, and Free!

I thought I needed,

Strength to fight “the enemies:”

Cattle-Rustlers. 

Yet, I found myself,

Needing strength for strong will.

..that can’t be stolen.

I thought I needed, 

patiences for long cattle drives,

through the Wild West.

Yet I found myself, 

needing patiences for my path, 

wherever it goes. 

I thought I needed, 

a stallion to chase the wind

to have my freedom. 

Yet, I found myself, 

free enough to chase dreams,

even if they are unclear. 

One day I woke-up.

At college, serving coffee,

Barely getting by.

I’m not a cowboy, 

that rides in the sunset.

Then it dawned on me!

I didn’t give up,

my dreams I can still be a

A Cowboy At Heart!