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Life's fruits of success are out of reach for me, friends all gone. Company found only in my own conscious....
Yet i've done so much.
I am some lossed, wandering person many a folk brand odd or unique but afraid to converse with.
From the dusty arenas in the mountains of washington winning on those big bucking broncs
To the far away lands where I traveled in service of other nation's interests and to just pass time in war without consequence to my morality and sanity until later when I realized my mistakes and crimes
To now the far far north further than those rodeos or foreign lands where snows fallen in my part of this world and I just look out each night to those stars without company. My woman gone, my temporary achievements in the form of the champion buckle on my belt, or the dust-covered gear from fighting in wars in my closet.
I am apart of history already gone, and those who remembered me are dead or getting there. In time, I will be the last bearer who knew who I was, and then, under those blankets of snowflakes, my memory will be buried.
