I’m running free from laughing children who sit there bums on my body. My life goes round in a circle with no corners or turns not even a bend. All pretty and glam I look fit for riding but am I really just a toy. What if my life is a vivid unclear dream? Drawn to light which my mane shines in, dragged away from a life with one possibility. Eyes widened so a little imagination would set me free. If life as a statue is what you want I’m free for interview sessions, just for free and yes now.