I Was Out Riding Today

I was out riding this lovely day And I saw myself Riding on my beautiful horse With my long hair flowing in the breeze... The ability to judge And the mistake was made To ruin my life I saw this day... I saw a ghost The ghost of me Intriguing isn’t it I ask? To be haunted by oneself A reminder of the past.... I saw myself With tears of sorrow When others are not Why do I cry I ask myself And ignore the formality.... Of myself I say! I saw a young girl My past It was me I have been chasing myself A warning I yell I have paid the price Of a past And maybe a future What does this signify?.... Do I have to draw you a map Two minds of a single thought That we are I am on an eight hour tour Passing by an orange mist Of a graveyard of myself... Through weeping of my lifeless eyes I saw me standing there In the distant land Will you save me, I ask?.... In my mind the illusion is branded Of the miserable souls of yesterday Where all the cries can hear Spinning web of lies I just can’t stay together with me But it’s too late.... I think for the never-ending Never stopping As I spin and spin Just a blink before midnight I found me again As I was out riding this day... Brooke Dylan 2014