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Sleep overtakes me. I struggle against

the ambush that pounced on my brain.

It leaves me to wonder, “why can’t I decide

when to leave this or when to refrain

from searching of dreams and scenes of color

swirling through thoughts not my own?”

The only thing left is to give up the battle

no longer to have the control.

I’m going all in, the cards have been turned,

bet my mind and I’m showing my hand.

I cannot surrender, whenever I try

the flag is removed from my grasp.



Faces contorted as laughter erupts

now I’m waving a finger of foam,

as fists pounding tables in fits of hysteria

scatter the chips as we roam

through deserts and mountains on horseback we travel

in search of a path through the stars

meandering as we attempt to discover

saloons between Venus and Mars.

We’ve been here for days that have turned into hours

to years we no longer keep track

but soon, we agree, we must fill up our rations

return to our horses with tack.



The journey is calling to tear us away

we’ve stayed in one spot for too long.

Finally restless, we’re ready to saddle on up

to continue our song

of gun battles waged against meteoroids

for planets’ and galaxies’ sake.

These villains and all of their deputies

all made their final mistake.

Outlaws together with six shooter stories

and melodies woven in streams

along with the strums of guitars as we venture

through wild west outer space dreams.