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Spirit
Hooves thundering upon the path
The spirit of the wild runs by
He gallops, roaming ‘bout the land
He neither searches, nor demands
Just witnessing the plains expand
He runs past lakes’ eternal sands
With nothing known, nor nothing planned
He knows no future, has no past
He lives the present all along
He doesn’t care he’s an outcast
He knows no place, it all feels wrong
He yearns for where his soul belongs
He doesn’t love, no one he scorns
He lives his life for all it’s worth
His partner fell, her death he mourned
And left to seek ‘pon mother earth
The place from where his soul made birth
Neck arched, he races with the storm
Ignoring lightning’s blinding blaze
He’s neither happy, nor forlorn
To run the everlasting haze
Await the sun’s kind, warming rays
Running, frustrated, past the plains
He stops to neigh unto the night
He rears up, tossing back his mane
Thrusts his chest forth with all his might
Unleashing strong, unknown delight
Rain pouring onto his sleek coat
His head flung up to face the sky
He longing soul weeps freedom’s cost
His hopes destroyed and all is lost
(Through weaknesses, by him denied)
Just frail desires, cast aside
And left to dry up once shed tears
Strength left in him for future years
To gallop past life at his ease
To be the spirit of the wild
To roam ‘bout prairies, run past trees
To feel soft earth beneath his feet
To feel the everlasting breeze
To feel the heart’s eternal beat
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