Stay

Grazing peacefully on the plains of functionality And then suddenly breaking free, with snorting and fiery breath As if to run out of its own skin, it flies across the landscape When I'm alone It poses as a constant threat Merciful derelict Hands become thundering hooves Every which way I turn I can sense it creeping in So stay a little while Before my thoughts go running wild As a feral horse And it will gallop till its death So stay a little while Before my thoughts go running wild They smolder in the below Ready to shoot out of the ground Its as if I can see them all crash in epiphany One deafening deep combusting sound Hands become thundering hooves