Two men breathing the same breath tumbled off the black horse,and upon reaching the dusty cloud beneath them exiled one.
A cowboy within an indian,reveled silently as he ruffled the dust from himself.
Unknowingly his feathers and hachet lay on the ground beneath the distant stars.
Both carrying the same names Forth and With Arrow again remounted in silence.
Growing up together was easier than most boys knew, since a close friend was always there for them.
Forth knew dying would be more difficult now that he rode with pain,
but saying goodby to this world would confront With Arrow in his face.
One man,one shadow on a black horse .
“The journey is what brings us happiness not the destination.”
― Dan Millman, Way of the Peaceful Warrior: A Book That Changes Lives