CONDITIONAL SENTENCE

farming is a condition a rendition of a medical condition that never seems to go away The only rendition that chases the medical condition is an act I like to call fishing and the condition  is efficient it  seems to take the weight away . however farming so alarming of my occupation my only meditation why would I want the fishing to take my  meditation  to act like a sedation And chase my occupation away. It's recursive no matter how you nurse it there's no way to reverse it It's cut and dry farming there's no way to rehearse it Like getting gored by a bowl that is hardly the worst of it The worst is the matter and the indecisive clatter in the head of a farmer leaving home it seems to matter When you're here you'll wish you're there but if you're there you lose your hair the life of a farmer is never fair so grab your ears and take this chair if your choice in life is to be here then grab your wallet and crack your first beer because this remedy  an amenity  has only just begun like a rodeo it's a bull ride ruff for the winning life has  little fun , to injure the pain remain the same continue on the path to admit your wrong   accept the consequence let on is the real cowboy way to admit this passage book of God and wear it on your sleeve is important to the heart and soul will help you stay not leave with the consequence is too intense for your cowboy soul to take  you she'll hang your hat with the rest of those who failed to see the ways to be gentlemen and honor the men that earned their welcome back spread their wings that God's grace brought not learned not gathered through God's word this was taught the cowboy way it's primitive and still we live to see another day among the corn stock in the fields too high to see ahead so we live this life day by day share wine as we break bread with the fellow man and dusk we hang out hats I'm deserving the rest our heads and think about all the days those heads heads rest with no beds under souls with this truly deservin