The Lone Ranger

The Lone Ranger sits upon his throne,
wondering about his heart, or some say his gallows.
He just wonders where is his home?
He doesn't look , rather he sits and wallows,
in his own sorrows.
Not embracing today,
but worrying about tomorrows
problems that may never be done,
or ever happen.
There is just one
thing on his mind that just keeps tapping
on the core
of his mind.
It's like his heart is on the floor.
But the thing is he doesn't have time
to pick it up.
So life has given him a fine,
on taking his pain just for a day of feeling up.
And all he has to do was sign on the dotted line,
to free himself from this pain,
all he had to do was sell his soul
and it will release him from his pain.
All he had to do was let the ferryman take his toll.