I run. Well i dont, i wish i could
Fast, free, on all fours like a canine would
Wind in my fur, the goal before us
I chase it down, yet set it free, like us

The hunt, the chase, the run
Oh how i wish i could join that fun
I pretend, speeding my motor through endless woods
Muscules aching, wheels splashing the muds

My limbs ache for that rythmical work
Of cantering through shadows, where creatures lurk
The helmet my muzzle, i bare my teeth
Smiling, but somewhere deep underneath
My heart longs for that freedom, bleeding tears
Howling in frustration, hoping someone hears
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