Broken down and held at a pause
Left to wallow in self imagined flaws
traded out and left for dead
a shrunken heart, means no more dread
to go out on a selfish cause
find something to end the pause
golden of light and golden touch
taken with laughter, smiling and such
yesterday it was arms wide open
but then I told her of outlaws olden
now her hands are on the grips
of pistols holstered at her hips
I made a sound like a lawman
telling her she is a no good pan hand
I draw a beat on her with my mind
defence against a life of peace and kind
but the chance of finding chunks of gold
are low for the smart but not the bold
cautious live on the path that's narrow
they pan for specks in the shallows
the bold go deep, they know no better
they don't really care that they may get wetter
grabbing at rocks, one will be
what they always dreamed to see
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