Here I am again, sitting here again, at a cross road again, writing what's etched in my heart yearning to come out again. And I ask myself again, will it ever stop? All seems lost again, so many questions again, so much shit again. Too much crap in the world again. But yet, I could see myself on my horse again, running away from it all again. It seems like it's following me again, but I wont let it. How I wish I was on the beach, on my horse, feeling the spray of the ocean and the wind and the sun on my face again, hearing the hooves hitting the ground and the crashing of waves and my horse's hard pant and the wind rushing past my ears again. Hands outstreatched again, the up and down movement of my horses galloping again, draining the last of the beautie of the day again.

Shannon Lasater

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