The Dream of the Horse

The Dream of the Horse I´m surrounded by my fence I´m moving forwards and backwards, I can´t get out. A boy is walking, He observes me, stops, gets close, Talks, says hello, Nevertheless, I know he’s afflicted with something. His heart is living in a fence as well. I´m standing there, listening to The boy´s friendly words; He feeds me with pasture Through the fence, Nevertheless, I´m tasting love. I know he wants to release me, He himself feels the same way But he has to go. He waves. Alone again, Inside this fence, Mankind´s whim. I want to get out. I don´t envy him. What is the worst thing? Looking and wishing freedom From inside a fence, Or having a fenced freedom?