I’m not a cowboy, to break a horse,
energy is required. I don’t want to
tame you, Mustang of the Wilds; Nay!
I am one of you but a Stallion no less.
all I’ve ever wanted is to ride with one

Of my kind, to chase Freedom to its refuge;
what would they do at apprehension of
Freedom? I would hope realize that theirs
lied in the chase, and that Bliss
danced in their hearts

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