Bronco Wild

He signed the papers on a Tuesday. The sun was leaning low in

gold. Brand new keys in his pocket, like a promise he never told.

That old Ford Bronco on the lot there looked like freedom dressed in steel.

He said, "I'm tired of only dreaming. I want to see something real."

So he packed up all his memories, left a note upon the door.

Said, "I'm chasing something bigger than the life I had before."

Now he's bronco wild, kicking dust through every sunrise. Chasing mountains,

chasing skylines. Letting every heartbeat guide, he's bronco free. Rolling where the