The Dream of the Horse

I´m surrounded by my fence

I´m moving forwards and backwards,

I can´t get out.

A boy is walking,

He observes me, stops, gets close,

Talks, says hello,

Nevertheless, I know he's afflicted with something.

His heart is living in a fence as well.

I´m standing there, listening to

The boy´s friendly words;

He feeds me with pasture

Through the fence,

Nevertheless, I´m tasting love.

I know he wants to release me,

He himself feels the same way

But he has to go.

He waves.

Alone again,

Inside this fence,

Mankind´s whim.

I want to get out.

I don´t envy him.

What is the worst thing?

Looking and wishing freedom

From inside a fence,

Or having a fenced freedom?