If I were a man of wild horses
I would be able to run free
of indignation and angst
to move and flow with the wind
I would be able to run free
of injustice and servitude
to follow my soul and spirit unbound
I would be able to run free
Of superficiality and ambiguity
To search for that which matters
Yet I am not a man of wild horses
But still able to run free
