That horse can’t win

I just can’t write all, these things I fight. Maybe that’s why I stopped for so long. The sadness on repeat just felt wrong. For a minute, I felt inspired. All these thoughts in my mind being rewired. As I sit here looking out, I remember the drought. so many memories spent living on theories. I can’t forget, but I can’t remember well either, I admit. There are things we do As protection, that only sacrifice our own perception. But it’s by these lessons that we learn, which are the biggest blessings. We might not understand why it’s here we all land or what love really is? Or what mark it is we missed?
Because there were too many times to count The Times we failed to mount on the horse that once threw us off. Because the first time we didn’t land soft. So now we are scared of getting hurt. Or falling in the dirt, so I sit here with this pen. Contemplating how not to sin. I walked this road too many times but careful to not repeat the same rhymes. I got a lot of words to say, but none of it would make this ok. Don’t let it change you. Let your morals point out what to do. Keep your heart clean and pay attention to what’s seen. I could sit and tell you about it all. Tell you what made me fall. But I’m done crying, I can’t help someone dying just like I can’t change my own name, because inside I’d still be the same, but if I don’t try to get back on, then that horse has won. I know there’s got to be more. That’s what I wake up for. I’m not sad, no longer missing what I had, but giving my best and finding time to rest. Keeping my gaze ahead, entrusting this life and being led.