It’s a wild, untamed horse
A gust of crazy wind
To ride it, have to tame it
Or else it will tame you.
What’s the fun?
in being a man
If you don’t ride
Wild horses?
If you don’t soak
The lashing of storm
Relish the blinding flash
Of gorgeous lightning?
Passion is life
Life is passion
You can rein it
Or it will rein.
Both ways you will live life
Without passion life is death
It’s just a parade
Of undead zombies.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
1 comment:
This wild horse is like your child. I am even thinking that, that wild horse is our life.
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