The end seems never far away
always just over the hill near
the rainbow I will pursue when
I find time and the time is right
The end is where my journey will
truly start. It is the place where
the mystery will overpower my black
blinkers and I will bolt from the cruel
man in the cart, driving me
by shrill yell and crack of mad whip,
far away from the end, so far
away from where I strain to be
When I find this slope’s sure footing
I will bolt over this hill then
gallop true toward that rainbow fast as
I am able. For I am soon
ready to begin and I am
certain the end is just over
the hill.
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