Tell me when this horse of mine,
So adventurous and wild and fine,
Lost the reins that had kept it's rider binded for all time.
Now without them,
Not even the horse knows where the next fork in the road will lead.
Find them, find them!
The horse's neighs slice through my destiny.
But how
Can I possibly know where to go,
When I can't even get back the reins to my own life?
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
Tell me when this horse of mine,
So adventurous and wild and fine,
Lost the reins that had kept it's rider binded for all time.
Now without them,
Not even the horse knows where the next fork in the road will lead.
Find them, find them!
The horse's neighs slice through my destiny.
But how
Can I possibly know where to go,
When I can't even get back the reins to my own life?
Nobody ever said finding yourself would be easy.
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