if it weren't for the wind

 if it weren't for the wind

estefaaano_writes 

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i ain't no heartbreaker by trade,

but i've said my share of goodbyes.

i could make a promise, 

spit in the dirt by dawn - 

mind changed like a prairie squall.

i’m going where the weather wants me to.

let it chart my course to sagebrush seas.

even i, don't know when my boots hit dust.

if it were a different time,

maybe that train would never stop.

no dust devils churning gravel drives,

tumbleweed kin rolling horizon-bound

through every scorched sunrise.

maybe i'd settle down.

roots might claw caliche soil.

silos stand sentinel to a farmhouse.

maybe i wouldn't vanish into barbed wire dawns...

if it weren't for the wind.

i wouldn't spend my nights

wondering what's out there.

wings could rust grounded.

merely , the wind scours bone-dry,

carrying me across the wide open.

white lines fevered, tires smoking,

and it's always the rearview i'm looking in...

because of the wind.

i was born with restlessness in my bones,

leaving tattooed in every vein.

some men anchor to hearths and haylofts.

i was made for the wind.