" Oh I was set to find the lonesome place
Where I was lost but left to trace
By carving riddles on the lonesome pine.
Oh but rumor has it that I wasn’t born,
I just walked in one frosty morn.
Into the vision of some vacant mind.
Ohh once I held a pony by its flaggin mane,
And once I called the shadow in the turning game
But I will fight this stranger that you should fear
So I won’t be a burden of tomorrow dear
Aww Xavier’s on the border of the sun
swings on the chambers of your guns.
And tries to shoot the chord and light the path.
Aww but hell I’m just a blind man on the plains,
I drink my water when it rains,
and live by chance among the lightning strikes.”
Acrylic on Canvas