I have a pot full of horses,
supposed to be my life long dream,
I pet them, love them, provide for their needs,
but never saddle up.
They are teddy bears with me,
they never step on my bare feet,
listen to evey request from the ground,
and yet, I can never mount up.
I never mount up,
they are trained,
I am the one not trained.
I have a serious problem
when I can't carry through with my dream.
If I knew how to change it,
oh, God, I would!
If I knew a horse lover,
that would keep them forever,
healthy and loved and ridden,
I would send them away
and call them my failed dream.
Who has time for dreams?
When your day is filled with work,
and assholes(at work),
and have-to-does,
why even think of dreaming?
