Cowboy Was a Cowboy

Cowboy was a cowboy but had aspirations
To be an old prospector searching for gold
As he rode ‘round the ranches he held inspirations
The mountains packed tight with treasure of old
Let out in the world his heart palpitations
Always along finding shelter from cold
Trotting and gallop far west Appalachians
To find pure treasure of which he was told

Cowboy kept searching for incredible dreams
Rolling in feathers and gold love and pearls
Under a blanket of shiny pristine
The richest prospector this side of the world
But all he could see was dust and some steam
Kept wishing and hoping this dream to unfurl

Cowboy got to the West and saw old prospectors
Sifting and sweating and squinting real hard
They had all equipment, the water, reflectors
Never relaxing, always stepping on shards
All were professional, all were inspectors
And laughed at poor Cowboy, his head was too hard

And Cowboy did cry and did not understand
Why they all said he just couldn’t be
A prospector, abound to dig gold from the land
And said he won’t make it and so he must flee
Cowboy’s confusion wrapped his head like a band
All his young hopes no longer his dream

Cowboy’s horse slowly hooved to the East
As Cowboy sat atop crying
All these hopes he wished to achieve
He couldn’t believe they were dying
He thought of the thoughts that hurt him the least
But honestly, why keep on trying?

Then off in the distance he witnessed a horse
Bucking and running so fast
To lasso these beasts never felt like a chore
A pleasure of his to still last
Cowboy galloped his steed with hot speed and force
And caught up to the ‘stang, rude and crass

Cowboy threw out his rope ‘round the nag’s big, fat neck
And was dragged by the horse on the dirt
And he pulled himself up and mounted its back
Calm and precise and alert.
And he halted the beast right dead in its tracks
Cowboy patted his brow with his shirt

After all this time thinking of getting the gold
And dreaming these dreams for so long
Kept deep inside he was always so bold
And up on the ranch he belonged
Forget the prospectors, so sad and so cold
A Cowboy was he all along.