Dark horse
América, stat of Arkansas
I'm a horse that got kicked
In the head by a female horse my princess and
Got expelled from the harem by a stallion
I'm ashamed so I only travel by night.
But I heard that on the outskirts of town
There is an African tree that has an alcoholic fruit
I'm going there to bottle myself up
But I only travel at night because
And I don't want to be mugged
I loved my princess but she changed me
For someone else it fill like I was
Hit in the heart buy a truck,
I think my soul is broken
I had to leave the field and go
Towards the city but only at night...
I followed the path that took me
To the outskirts of town.
I heard someone calling my name
I thought she was my princess
But after all it was only the wind
No coyotes they are dangerous above all
if you they are in a group.
In the middle of the trip
But I had to keep on feeding on what I found on the way.
when i saw the city lights
I spent some time admiring the lights
The houses in the streets if they could talk had a lot to tell
I also saw hundreds of people
Each person has a story to tell...
Their...one and private story.
I took a deep breath And I started walking down a path And then after walking four miles I entered a terrain, it was enough to jump the
Fence where there were the alcoholic fruits.
And they still taste better
I thought of my princess who abandoned me
I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts and started
I felt my head half sleepy
I forgot the thoughts that tormented me
Meanwhile I saw a stable in the yard
And I decided to enter it to hide
My head felt heavy and my body numb.
I fell asleep and woke up in the morning to the voices
Of the people on the road I was scared
'Cause I thought it could be
The night filled the space with
I decided to walk around the city a bit.
Sometimes I like to think
Thoughts are born almost unintentionally
It feels like the world is heating up
But it can't heat up much more
Cause we can't live a good life if the temperature rises too much
And solve the problem of climate change
In this world? there is no planet B
I heard gunshots... why do humans
They kill so much in the U.S.A.
Why don't they talk and come to terms instead of killing each other
we are here in this world
And not to kill each other
We need more love in the world and not guns.
So I decided to go back to the stable
And ate some more of those alcoholic fruits
I was feeling happy and fulfilled.
Then I went to the stable to sleep
That night I didn't sleep much.
thinking about my princess
I felt abandoned, rejected, alone.
Couldn't get rid of these thoughts
For that reason I decided to eat more fruits
And then I felt like going for a walk
The drinking was doing more harm than good.
I walked and I was feeling dizzy
I almost fainted, that's when I started to walk away
from the city to the countryside
And there it was to my surprise
That I heard a car approaching
I couldn't move I was going to get run over
I didn't care since I was without my love
Two men got out of the car
And they began to talk among themselves.
I Couldn't get up without help.
«You know what they say a horse on the ground is a dead horse»
I didn't know those people
They looked like good people
«Let's help him to get up»
«Do you think he has a name»
«No, but we can call it "dark horse" since we find it in the dark.»
Little by little I realized that I could walk
For that reason I decided to return to my land
The alcoholic fruit was making me sick
I had to solve my affairs in another way
«I was watching the way the horse rocks»
«A drunk horse I have never heard of»
«Unless he ate that alcoholic fruit that guy planted on that farm outside town.»
«Have to called him, the "drunk horse"»
No one likes to be called drunk
That I was suffering inside.
I preferred the first name
Dark horse if there were two names that defined
What was I feeling that feeling of rejection
Emptiness and loneliness those names would be...dark horse.
when I was arriving at the place in the countryside where I lived
I remembered that I should look for a new love
But always hoping that my princess
Tell me somethink - if anything else I'd have to go on my way and not look back... we can never look back.
Can very well be another's nightmare
I Saw the spot where I lost the fight to the stallion
And my legs almost went down
For that reason I decided to leave there and start a family in a new place.
Nota - The marula (Sclerocarya birrea) is a fruit tree from Africa that produces alcoholic fruits.
P.S - Ainda não acabei tenho de rever
