Packing My Pony

​I’m packing my pony.
I’m calling it a day.
I won’t be burdened by my plight.
I’ve given most of my stuff away,
just for spite.
I don’t need stuff all around me
to support the man I want to be.
The more stuff I have, the more I don’t need;
just give me food, water, and my trusted steed.


I’m going to the mountain, it’s the place I need to be
To capture that piece that’s crying out to me.
I need to drink water that runs crystal and clear.
Take deep breaths of the cleanest clean air.
I need not to be caught in traffic for hours every day.
They can have that, all those city dwellers at play.

I’m a man possessed to find my own way.
Like you, I’m here for a visit, I’m not here to stay.
My father gave me confidence, my mother gave me heart.
The devil is in the detail, now comes the hardest part.
There’s no need for your meandering, you need not tag along.
I can hear the words calling me, but this might not be your song.
It’s my passion to air it out, I will give it a mighty big boy scout shout.
Yes, yes, I’m tied up in knots,
forgive me, forget me not.

Dylan has now turned eighty,
I’m not too far behind,
I’ve read his lyrics and sang his songs.
But there’s no way to make them mine,
he’s a troubadour, he’s one of a kind.
 
I always dress in black, you always ask me why,
They sent me more colors, but I sent them back.
I’m allergic to the dye.
My aspirations defined,
I don’t need the support of a million people more.
Nor the stuff I can get, for a nickel or a dime at the Newport candy store.

My lesson, yes, my lesson for today is
to be who God made me to be,
even if that means giving all my stuff away,
Its just clutter, some relationships I now see, are too.
Sometimes you can’t put all the pieces together,
even with Elmer’s super glue

So pack your pony,
And be who you were created to be.
Experience the joy of being you,
be the best that you can be.