In a Horses Eyes....

Slowly putting one hoof in front of the other,
I begin to pick up speed.
I feel the soft cold wind blowing through my mane,
my muscles begin to wake up and my body never feels more alive.
Everything blows by me like a flash of lightning.
I can feel the change of the ground on the bottom of my hooves.
Green grass feels like heaven and the rocky dirt feels like I'm home.
I know soon my master will make me slow down and it makes me sad.
Running in the breeze I almost feel like a wild horse again.
I feel the gentle tug of the reins and I know that means to slow down.
My heart begins to feel heavy and my head slowly lowers.
I slow down my pace, knowing all this time that in just a few minutes it will all be over.
I slow down to a slow trot and then to a walk.
My master then guides me back to the barn where I spend all of my days.
He removes my saddle and walks off to go somewhere I've never been.
My heart feels heavy and I begin to stare out at the open pasture,
Wishing all this time that I could just break through the barn door,
and just for once run like I did when I was just a wild horse out for a run of my life.



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