Land Of Enchantment

Verse 1]

Packed my bags, in a rusted van,

Long awaited dream starts the plan

City lights flicker in my rearview,

Trading noise for a sky that’s blue.

Elevation at 5400 are among things

Lightning bolts gives me desert wings.

Heading west where the silence sings—

Ghosts wear boots while freedom rings.

In the Land of Enchantment, I lay down my fight,

Paint my soul on adobe walls in blood and light.

No paper tigers, no more crowded sound

Dry air fills my chest on sacred ground.

Cactus spines and a sunburnt grin,

I found my truth in the howling wind.

Scars like maps, inked on my skin,

Each one a story of where I’ve been.

I built a studio from bones and dust,

Hung my heart where the vultures trust.

Retirement ain’t retreat—it’s rebirth,

A final scream that shakes the earth.

In the Land of Enchantment, I lay down my fight,

Paint my soul on adobe walls in blood and light.

No paper tigers, no more crowded sound

Dry air fills my chest on sacred ground.

So if you hear a duster, swirling the air

Know I’m out there—wild and aware.

Retired, not silent—just finally free,

In the Land of Enchantment, where I’m meant to be.