Sense of Self

Time honored ways of accomplishment
Dreams buried deep
Prowess is sweet

Brush stroke are dried by windy lands
High tide moves in
self doubt can win

Who can deny what is right
Who can hide in
broad day light

Crusade of charm soon avails
Horses trod light
Movement is slight

Scraped knees and tears assault my fears
Get back and ride
Donut hole pride

Who can deny what is right
Who can hide in broad day light

Kin query me to watch the old
Wild bed of weeds
New growth just bleeds

Under control of experience
Sensible speech
appears so weak