The Stallion Poem by chris schwartz

How many drinks does it take
To get to sanity.
To get through til tomorrow? ? ? ?
Go to bed before ten o'clock
Toss and turn til 2 p.m.
But my mind ticks so slowly
With you on my mind.
Can't speed up
The hands of time.
My Rock's on the east coast
And I'm in the Midwest
Life is quiet here
He's getting no rest
From the mainstream
Two a.m. moon
Has got me wishing for you,
Morning will grind
Like a horse pulling the cart
Just to carry you.

Damn, I'm missing you bad.
You were the best
I ever had.
But this pony is tired,
Her stallion runs still
Across the free land
She desired.
Into the strong wind.