Wildfire
by Michael Martin Murphy
Figuring Things Out
I don't know why this song
always touched something
deep inside my soul
It made me think of myself
and I always wondered who had written my story
Cause nobody knew me!
Listening to the song,
I saw myself riding that pony, WildFire
and
dying in the winter
like I'd been born
I had my own pony named FireBird
who ran like the wind
and was colored bright red and white
He was my best friend, my only friend
And when I rode on his back
I believed I could fly
I was a lonely child
Talking to owls and animals
Like people
and thinking I was going to die
still a child
Because
I didn't want to live
to be an adult
If life as it was
Would continue to be
Life as it was
Wildfire was the fantasy
and
FireBird was the real
but as for me
I've never known......
if I was real or not
©by Voo
April 22, 2019
7:02 a.m.
