Flecks of light dust,
The ivory of her mane.
As she galloped with her dainty hooves,
Taking me with her as I held her rein.

I view the world,
From her highs and lows.
And through it all,
With her-wherever she goes.

There was once upon a time,
When I enjoyed the thrill.
I craved for more of her ride,
With the innocence I had then still.

Beauty was she,
A feast for the gaze.
Those who lay eyes on her,
Are left in a daze.

They believe the harness,
Is hers to wear.
And thus her control, that power,
All mine to bear.

And so they will never know,
To be held and bound;
As the true hostage is the one who rides,
This torturous merry-go-round.