The Clueless Cowboy

 He pleaded for somebody to show him the good old days

Those times when he used to dance in a young hedonistic haze

But those glory years often brought him close to tears

Was that the best I’ll ever be became one of his most lingering fears

Melodies bring back memories, so he requested a tune

Hoping it would take him back to a place he left behind too soon

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But he didn’t realise those times were just a hollow illusion

And that looking ahead, not back, was the only solid solution

For he was a clueless cowboy in a spit and sawdust saloon

Out of his depth and running late for high noon

I told him again that time don’t wait for a restless soul

But acceptance is selective for a mind out of control

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Without male guidance he fumbled through adolescence blind

Still yet to learn that often the harshest lessons turn out kind

Adulthood made him more insecure, than ever as a teen

Becoming convinced the answers lay in a long forgotten dream

Faith is not a childish game, is what he believed was true

But he felt the world conspired against him in his destructive view

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He knew he must look forward and forget the past to gain a sense of sight

Search hard ahead and follow his heart to find the source of light

For the dark side of the moon is a place where only sad souls go

It’s depressing, sinister, not a nice place and would nurture all his woe

But while age is a cruel affliction, he thought, in seeing the years pass by

With age comes wisdom and wisdom with age is a truism he couldn’t deny

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Desperate to find his way in the world, he knew life could be hard and cruel

Untamed demons never discriminate and would make him out a fool

Throughout his life he lived many lives and while he knew it was no race

He was scared to admit and found it hard to accept that on occasion he lost his face

But that was part of his healing and growing, which was previously unknown

Together with admitting that he wasn’t as strong, and didn’t have to do it alone

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In many ways to ask for help was a weakness he’d always suppressed

But angels appeared and showed him the universe and the secrets it possessed

For Angels come in many forms to be our guiding light

They bring no halos, wings or wands and are rarely dressed in white

The most important lesson to learn, they said, is that many things give you wealth

But you can’t move on and be truly loved until you love yourself