Some words feel like home, 

tucked into your heart, 

the way you see the world, 

the way it falls apart.

I’ve lived a few years now,

And I’ve learned a thing 

or two,

But the word commit 

keeps finding me,

Making me come through

I was raised to stay the course,

Don’t give in,

Never quit.

Sometimes against impossible odds,

Sometimes  I’m an idiot 

Wind or rain, or dark of night,

I’m the freakin’ pony express,

Always up for a fight.

When the week has been long and hard

I remind myself of this fact, 

Get back in my saddle again, 

Turn and don’t look back