Wild Horses
Always got a lot on my mind Feels like the net just gets bigger with time Stretching out behind me Trawling the open sea Waste a lot of breath on the bullshit I breathe a lot of air that keeps making me sick Or maybe just lazy A little bit hazy It's ok if you don't have the answer The questions remain the same There's a whole lot of people claiming their team But nobody knows the game So give me a minute To come to my senses To look out the window And stop building fences All the wild horses Just want to run free I want to know you I just want you to know me too Point your finger at me I dare you to stick it between my teeth You just keep putting up crosses and sharpening nails As you wait for the cultural priest To hand down a confident sentence To anyone accused of a crime There's a thousand ways to blow it So don't even think about speaking your mind Maybe you would rather be angry But I'd rather sleep at night There's a fraction to every outcome There's a spectrum of wrong and right So give me a minute To come to my senses To look out the window And stop building fences All the wild horses Just want to run free I want to know you I just want you to know me too
Peace, dwight
“Wild Horses” by Noah Gundersen
