A wild ride, and wilder by the minute,
Quick out of the gate, with bucks and twists and turns,
Would trample us under its hoof with snorts and blows,
Slow to tame, even for he who quickly learns,
And full of secrets, even for he who knows,
No soul escapes the bruises, scrapes and burns,
But worthy the prize for the rider who can win it.
Posted about 1 year ago