Harnessed

Reigned only by the wind,
stallion hearts race across life,
alone, yet always on stampede
driven by pounding sound
of their hoof beats.

It’s not the land or the sky
that entices to chase one’s shadow
what calls is the power
so intense and burning
to seek that path of prints,
which leads to one’s own truth.

Compelled in mindless urge
overwhelmed by the intuitive gate
no thinking only reaction
for it is obedience to a natural instinct.

Harnessed by the pure reality
over who truly dwells inside,
never content or able to find peace
unless unleash the force within.

Though the dust swirls from the trail
where others can see the point
none of it matters
when you are in sync
with the steed who is yourself.