Cowbells in the distance Dissonance afar. Possibility and yearning Under a sky full of stars. Somewhere the mountains call For a fleet-footed boy To cross them all. Another day, he said, with bright reassurance But little did he know There would be no other occurrence. Later is a long time to wait and life took its swing Along with life he went and gone were his dreams. Kept hidden and out of sight He lost them all in a single night. They returned to the stars above Waiting for another day For someone new to look up and say This is enough.