My Mind and Imagination Are Wild Horses
I let my mind and imagination have free rein. There is no reining in. I don’t bridle my mind. My mind and imagination are wild horses free to run and gallop and graze. Oh no, the poachers are here to capture me and sell me to a sketchy slaughterhouse which will then sell my meat to be put into frozen food meals that say they only contain beef. I gallop away. I am free.