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this is just practice
down the breezeway
the watch ticks faster
dirt flies upward
hooves pounding
resounding in the earth
a crowd watches
bated breath
will i win,
can you guess?

hah! a lie
whose race is this?
not mine! then whose?
but no one knows.
the crowd screams
hello! get on with it.
but i have to stop
cannot breathe
because i don't know
whose race is this?

a scream of frustration
comes tearing through my throat
ow, owie mama help me!
but where's mama
i can't see
but it's only practice
and she comes to soothe me

tomorrow baby
tomorrow,
the race of your life!
and don't you blow it
oh baby, cause we need it
but mama, i ask
how can i run,
when i don't know who i am
and what i'm running from?

you're my baby
she says
but who are you?
i'm your mama, thats who
now shush baby doll
shush
my eyes are closing
mind reeling, spinning
heaving with doubt
but sleep comes
that quiet thief
and takes my thoughts away

next day my race,
guess who wins!
proudly, i stand
roses about my neck
i nibble their sweet petals
for after all i am only a horse
and flowers taste good
who was that person in my head?