Stay

Grazing peacefully on the plains of functionality

And then suddenly breaking free, with snorting and fiery breath

As if to run out of its own skin, it flies across the landscape

When I'm alone

It poses as a constant threat

Merciful derelict

Hands become thundering hooves

Every which way I turn

I can sense it creeping in

So stay a little while

Before my thoughts go running wild

As a feral horse

And it will gallop till its death

So stay a little while

Before my thoughts go running wild

They smolder in the below

Ready to shoot out of the ground

Its as if I can see them all crash in epiphany

One deafening deep combusting sound

Hands become thundering hooves