Horse Tattoo

Lay down and let your body grow old, unwind your tethered soul.
In ways that we we never told.

I wore myself out wishing myself down south.
Life's teeth sink like a stone into my still raspy throat.

Shoes don't last so long in the city,
gravel tearing at our soles.
Shoes don't last so long in the city,
gravel tearing at our souls.

And I attest to growing wild,
what if I just disappear?
If I am blessed, then where's my fire? Let it all just disappear.

What if I just disappear?

Shoes don't last so long in the city,
I'm sorry, it hurts to be all that I am.