Looking at the pillars on the horizon,
the horse gasped and thought again,
Should I run, should I break,
Or should I return.
The nomad sat on the cliff and smiled,
indifferent of the time he smell and breathed.
the horse posed his dilemma
but the nomad denied an answer
the horse pestered and cried and fought for it
but couldn’t shake the stiff nomad.
Realizing the agony of the mortal,
the nomad opened his eyes and told the horse
You can run your earth from the sun to the sea,
and you might tire your legs, your might chase glory for months,
but when you stop and think
where you want to reach
its this bed of grass, that will set you free.