If life’s the answer, then where do I go
To find the question? Is it in the world,
That unforgiving carnal rodeo
Where every lost soul’s either boyed or girled?
I know it’s not in me, because I’ve lied
Too many times to myself to believe
A word I say—and when I look inside
Myself, there’s nothing up my mental sleeve.
The only magic is out on the road.
Maybe out there I’ll drink contentment’s cup
And since the things you seek become your code,
That’s what I’ll live by when I saddle up
And ride—ride boldly ride—until I findWhat I can never lose or leave behind.
Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells