The horse
The continuous spiral of radical self-protection had me firmly in its grip
A fragile heart cloaked in a shield of shadow
Like a horse my house is not always my home the world the true abode
So I run away To find myself
The further I roam, the clearer the reflection
a soul both boundless and fragile blooming within the mirror of contemplation
But who I truly am in the end if I keep running away?