I want to walk outside,
feel the grass beneath my feet,
before taking my place,
on the wooden seat,
i imagine myself riding bareback,
on a wild white horse,
feeling the wind in my hair,
as we complete the imaginary course,
i picture my hair hanging,
in sweet little curls,
galloping fast,
without a care in the world,
then suddenly my dream is shattered,
and im bought back down to earth,
and i think of what you have done to me,
and what was it really worth? ? ! !

Emma Jane Rae

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