Happy Trails

An erratic poem about waking up in a rut. I believe I initially wrote it as a song.

Woke up suicidal,
pulling at the reins,
chewing my own bridal,
scratching at the chains

Passed a man screaming to get out of it,
Wearing someone else’s shit
Thought it must be nice to be frothing at the bit

But I  know that it’s too late to hedge the bet,
too muddled with mistakes,
too riddled with regret,

I see the pretty horses go to pasture
or maybe they just pass you as you limp to your disaster

As you walk to your good morning
when you just said your goodnight
And the sun shines early warning
but you just turned out the light

And every prayer is “Happy trails to you…”
But maybe they are waiting ’round the bend,
guess we’ll just keep smiling until then.

“Until we meet again.”

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5 thoughts on “Happy Trails

  1. To use the common vernacular: this is everything.

    Definitely relating to it a bit these days; hopefully things are looking up on your end though! 🙂

  2. The two missing posts, I liked them both, especially the visual of the Cheshire cat, Death, God hangin’ in the sky. 🙂

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