View through my catalog, like cattle driven, hearded the thoughts that I rattled off, threw balls and few strikes, the fouls that I battled off, horse race with no jockey, even through the saddle off, stripped bare. Fielded to stud but I dipped on a stiff mare. Away from ducks that just sit there, I clipped wings, next morning in mists air, I flew south. Empty nest syndrome so I built me a new house. Edited my copies so Im lettin the news out. Fit to print, paper catches fire when I flick it witha stick of flint. Wind sprint, huntin just to feed myself. One in the elements forgot how good the freedom felt. Season smells, the times are bout to change again. Course redirected, previous' came to end, stay within, the currents that the spin creates, jet and gulf streams, ascendin at a steeper rate, true value dont depreciate, turn to pheonix afire, reincarnate as I meet my fate.