Horsemen of Horizons

Written by: Justin Debrosse

The sweet sweat of salsa
 So that I've forgotten the after hours
 Like an eclipse that shades out of me
 
Looking back, the future was bright
 I could hear the words of later years
 How we soak into gravitys fortune
 
At the time, I was speaking nonsense
 I remember how the ears fell flat
 And sordid bodies stumbled into place
 
Still, with all my resistance I traveled
 Bartered with my soul to remake the light
 So I could come back without a fight
 
When I get through without fighting
 Life has fashioned an emerald prize
 Bestowed on horsemen with clear horizons