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!