A Horse With No Name
My path — I walked it.
My life — I lived it.
It was sad and lonely,
Happy and exciting,
But mostly it was the usual.
Mundane, it seems to me.
Not a tale to be told,
Not an epic life story or biography—
Just moments in time where
I lived, I listened, I heard,
I explored, and I ingrained.
Not a single story to be written,
Only fragments that surface now and then,
Mixed with wisdom or heartbreak,
Melted together with seasonings of
Frivolities and stupidities and ramifications.
Moments in time — light or dark,
Sunrises and sunsets and midnights,
My rises and falls, and my daily normalcies.
All together they make up my life.
And my life…
Is a Horse With No Name.
Copyright July 2025 M. W. Van Dyke
All Rights Reserved
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