Wait.....
Stop sir....
I think thats her...
No....
Nevermind....
Must be my eyes....
They see what they wish to see...
My heart feels what it wishes to feel....
But the ride....
I paid for this damn ride....
With blood and tears...
And I'm not getting off...
Well maybe...
If i just knew....
What the visions mean....
Why i hear her voice in my sleep...
I sense her touch....
And i become weak...
Like a child....
Maybe i am....
Maybe that is why i like the ride...
For my horse is a mighty stallion...
And yes that is her...
Just ahead....
I spur my mount...
But to no avail....
She remains but a distance vision....
A beauty beyond my meager ability to dream...
And i put a child...
Upon my favorite ride....
Then a hand..
My mothers voice..
Come on son....
We must get home...
But mom....
Just one more time...
The girl mom...
The girl....
Then the music ends....
The fog lifts....
I stand before my mothers grave.....
Yes, just one more ride mom...
Then i will be home....
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