Two strangers on a chariot tread an invisible path
Pulled in many directions by five horses starting at sabbath
Held firmly by the delicate rod of lust working its math
Masked with the sheath of love that age hath
The horses admiringly know the game
Ego, white and beautiful stays uncontrollable as her name
Desire has its moments sweet and dark with no shame
Money is the silent one that does the tugging to seek fame
The mannered Goals and value refusing to play others game
Many seasons interject the rank
The rain, the shine all plays the prank
Wild Thunder sneaks in unannounced to tank
Giving way to a beautiful road and a clear bank
Sometimes the pull of the horse breaks the chariot
Sending a few falling from the pedestal and hurt
For many, the journey is successfully cut
Only to see behind a trailing dust of memories and rust
Now you stand, hand in hand
At the junction marked 25 with your band
The road ahead remains the same brand
The horses though mellowed and tired in this land
tug her close to heart, hold her hand
Don’t let go until the end of this time and land
As you march with your horses on this journey grand