I am like a bridled horse,
Not just by size nor strength
But by the uncommonness
Called a common sense.
I race for truth without fear
To the finish lines of life
Worrying not of what comes next
Carrying the weight of the world
I unsettle dust, galloping around
Where the wild dogs bark
With salivas that come as flood
Killing togetherness in the honeybees fay.
But diligently on my back,
I run miles and task all day
I know a time shall come
I would be unbridled by the hay.