Trotting through the pastures
Running free through forest grasses
Faster faster
One location
We will find our destination
Quicker quicker
Numb to wild little prickers
An alarming grasp changes her fate
She meets a curious mate
He smiles and calls her foal
She calls him fool too old
Horse blinders, she now wears
She tears and tears and tears
Tries stripping off gear to look around
But the master keeps her spellbound
Reign her in reign her in
Keep her in a cycle of sin
Control was lost long ago
For wild horses at the rodeo
YOU ARE READING
the sound of my emotions
Poetryall of our emotions make a sound, and this is the melody of mine
