Horsemen of Horizons

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