When you feel the stagnate of life
in the shoe
Time to move, to stir, to rally
Mix it up with the Maker
Pull a number out of a hat
and take a chance
Spurs to the hide, mane to the wind
Like a bullet, flying
Toward a new horizon.
(Previously published in Austin Daze, March 2001)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.