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Corral Outlook

Greg Prince
2 min readMar 3, 2019


Setting the meal of the soul.

If I said I was a cowboy
would you try to rope me in?

Can’t help it if I’m crying tears of dust
the rust of washed-up dreams aching in my joints.

See you standing there
imaginations static in the breeze.
Turbines combing gears grinding slow.
Gentle laugh lifts the soul.
Wonder creases hardest nights…



Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.