Who's going to tame your wild horses
You dance in the spotlight
They've left you on the verandah
as they run around under your skin?
of your mind while memories
of a long forgotten ballet
inhabit your tiny feet.
Who's going to tame your wild horses
as they bolt down the street
on their way to market,
to the bank, to school, to town?
as you close the door and turn
the latch key, never wondering
why the paddock is always open
or why the stable boy is
the only one sleeping.