Like a wild Stallion <br />that wont be saddled, spitting the bit, <br />I bucked and threw every rider <br />galloping toward the infinite open.... <br /> <br />Nostrils flairing, mane blowing <br />it was a brief sprint of being harnessed to noone <br />until, as all dreams, I stopped at the end by a fence <br />only to be led back, by a lead, broken and bridled<br /><br />John Tansey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-very-short-terse-poem/
