the grasslands inside the heart
how come, overgrazed so much
in some part
have you let someone swallow
all the dew
or is it just a clever but lovely slew
come clean, o dear red horse, leave your pelf
don’t run so fast, don’t hurt yourself
i will always wish
that you grow
so what, if it does not show
we don’t trust only what we see
we just try, try hard to be