To The Wind

Denver CO

Description

Once more I'm fighting windmills. Whispering sweet nothings to thin air. Just a broken armor knight after a crusade. A simple ronin with a betrayed moral code. Sweet days and bitter nights in endless sleepless cycles. Surrounded again by windmills over the horizon. Not ready for battle with a heavy lance and a tired mount. A hiss to the night as the sun slowly dies at my back. Charge screams my mind like an old gunslinger that can't stop hearing Draw. Windmills turning to giants my nag not scared ready for the onslaught. Anyway, I see you every once in a while, and I find it hard to find the words to say what I want to say. I get no smoothness of speech, and all want to ask is "do you know if I left my wallet here?".