Forever Wanting

Straight into the western sun we rode

Chasing whatever cannot be found

Gold deep in the mountains

Oil beneath the open plains

Unreachable riches burning holes in our soul

After the sunset and on the advent of dawn

We turned it around, again riding to the sun

In the east it was Wall Street

Stingy fingers reaching for wealth

And bank of all bank safes empty and wanting

Riding again

And again

To the west

To the north

To the east

To the south

Saddlebags flapping empty

Wanting

        Wanting

                Wanting

                        Wanting

                                Forever wanting

Dayvid Graybill © 2013