Stampeding my heart
now fleeing all over the steppes
flying it on a kite too
maybe landing it on far-off shores
tic-toc, the heart wails
deaf-mute to the world as such
locked inside its own language
stupid, little machine
robot to needs of its own
oblivious of the reins in my hand
Stampede it does
bumping along on a kite too
however, those reins pull at me
a tug of war turns nasty
what did I expect when hearts rebel?
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