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I ride through life on a metaphorical stallion

Tearing up the ground under my feet,

With the wind ripping against my body and through my hair,

The stallion panting hard frothing mouth and flaring nostrils,

Experiencing all that life has to offer

Crying, laughing, grieving, celebrating,

Dancing, singing, questioning, resisting, embracing

Loving people, caring and showing kindness,

Arriving at my graveside at the end of life

Wild eyed and with no regret knowing there’s nothing left,

Except to now experience in the same way as I did life, death.