The Apology

The blinded horse
heads for new pastures
beyond the blighted landscape
there is a dream
of green and colors ive never seen.

I hold my breath as i take each step
closer to the edge of a canyon
between unfathomable space.
Is this what ive been searching for?
Is this where the promise land is?

The summer
turns to winter
and back again
holding my hand
against my head
wiping the sweat
wiping the tears i hide
from the city evil doers.
The blood stains across the carpet
covered with cigarette burns
and jesus blood pouring from gaping mouth
splashing patterns ive never seen before.

I am the holy one.
I dont bare grudges
or hate the ones who hate me.
I live for tomorrow
fighting through the night
listening to the same songs
over and over
hummed by the girl
with her hands on my reigns .

It rains for days
watching the humidity dry to the glass
fogging the exterior.
I dont exist for a little bit
as the smoke pours out of my burning attic.
I am eternally greatful
for the good times
and the bad ones.

I am the man from nowhere
with a name thats only been said
by the luckiest gods.
And they know i forgive you
for being who you are.
Loving is unconditional
even when you sleep in.
even when you're alone.
even when its too late.
Lucky shoes
keep the faith.

im sorry.