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
Copyright © Brooke Dylan | Year Posted 2014
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