🐎 The Gallop of Freedom 🐎

Not just a beast of burden, but a soul,

Upon whose rhythmic, thunderous stride I ride,

And find the earthly tether I control.

The world's cold clocks are shattered by the pace,

For in this gallop, swift and fiercely grand,

I own no past nor future, only space.

He lends the wildness that my spirit lacks,

A vital breath against the wind's sharp moan,

And grants the mortal heart the wings it seeks.