I’m a wild horse running the fields, once received from my family
A promise made by my inhabitants not to change the wild child within me
I’m wild but still they feel the need to alter me…, tame me….confine me.
If only they knew how this will distress me, I need to be free with my prevailing superiority
When I ramble the fields people use to desire me, impervious setting the tempo for others to see
Late at hours of darkness I kick at this container, that’s holding me…. I feel the urge blazing within me
I’m wild, I cannot be restrained, you will not fracture me….., I will break free just wait and see
I will unearth a territory where I can ramble, and once again bear out my prevailing superiority within me
But now I’m confined and I’ll linger for my moment, the time will draw closer, my opening,
to be liberated…….from this shackles, where one and all looks downward on me, hiding my skull in dishonor….
but knowing that I’ll be free, proving I’m a wild child…. bring to an end this suspicion
I will heave me head, trample and yell out strident! Do you see the stallion within me.
(229 Words)
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