Crazy Horse Submitted by writer1 With strength, agility, youth A zest for life, twinkle in the eye Joy in each leg, spring in each hoof Crazy horse’s chest fills with pride Out with opportunity on a vast open plain This plain we call the world This opportunity we call life Crazy horse has no real aim So stays ineffective Like a broken compass A blunt knife Galloping with all his strength Because he is strong and he can He manages to traverse great lengths But can’t remember what was the original plan Sometimes in storms the thunder claps Then how his heart fills with fear And as if seeing his straying path How the rain falls like tears Sometimes in panic he darts this way and that Scared he still doesn’t know where he aims to go When tired, worn, on the vast plains he is sat Noticing he is beginning to tire, legs beginning to slow How it all seemed to have started so well Full of energy and desperate to explore But he had never acted on the beliefs he held And had distracted himself from the questions why and what for Now lying here with his life slowly ebbing away In the distance, pride of youth and strength filling their chests Other crazy horse’s gallop fearlessly, come what may That same passion, pride and zest He calls to them to contemplate, not self destruct so fast Yes to gallop bravely but have an aim And live each day as if it is the last Not as if they will live forever, which each day the same But they barely look at him And in rude arrogance snort And crazy horse’s heart bleeds As he passes away Look where he started And to where he is brought And how he never had an aim Never found the way Taken from my book "Contemplate" by Saqib Hussain [Available on Amazon etc.] Feel free to send feedback on contemplate1234@gmail
Posted on: Tue, 11 Jun 2013 13:32:25 +0000
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