Riding together,
you and your horse.
As you run against the
Wind all you call hear is-
The wind whipping your Ears,
The horse's hooves Thundering beneath you,
The chains of your bit as The horse pulls against
The reins,
And the faint sound of the Horse behind you.
Your horse stops,
The horse behind you Catches up.
The race is over,
Freedom will have to wait Until next time.
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