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Quiet

Time to think
no
pressure
at all

Walk

Everything is patient

Sun refuses to be shy

The whole
landscape
is
perfectly fine

If you fall
down
a horse
trots
over,
leans down its head
and
nods

It will take you back home
when
you’re ready

All this
stuff
you’ve
heard
for years

Swing down
sweet
chariot

Or
it’s wings
you
get there with wings

Well
the
truth is:
Horses

Horses!

I say it out loud

HORSES!

No one
is
there

No one is listening

Oh

Oh

Well
ok

She

is

Not Him
not him

Her!