Let the reins of my horses cut free,
and they ride dreaming the world they see.
Let not the weight of men hold them any more,
nor shall their fears of sea or shore.
No purpose to complete no destination to go,
with free will I ride swift and slow.
Beyond the horizon I ride with my kin,
with the sun by my side and the wind brushing my skin.
Want in my stride and freedom in my veins,
my body bruises but feels no pain.
Burying my past and forgetting my future I ride,
neither man nor god I am on no one's side.
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