I'm tired of the same, Don't want the stallions
Running after the same thing, Together as one
In the valleys on the hills it's a glorious place.
I am not a mustang, I'm not the one to chase.
Looking up for that Pegasus, the perfect painting,
flying above me, Being the unicorn that I am
magical and magnificent
I don't want an illusion although devinchi is brilliant.
I don't want to be held back, I am not one for resciltance