Mad Steed ~
My blood is furiously racing,
running crackles fire electric,
raving horses mad, that drive me through pillars,
crashing me through buildings, and forced-
squeezing me through a crazed vacuum,
forced, pushed, horribly squashed through a path,
over a drift-
I am flying over the hills at a mad pace,
and cannot seem to find my life,
my desire is hanging in limbo ahead,
in some world that I can't see . . .
I am riding, I am quickly driving
away on the back of a quick horse,
that cannot seem to stop for patience-
it is a furious steed,
that takes my heart away,
so that I no longer recognize it.
Clomp, clomp, clomp, clomp.