Chris Magazine

Sometimes you choose the horse
sometimes it chooses you
either way, you saddle up and ride
holding tight to the reins
as the music begins
the ride starts to spin
the horse rises
the ride moves faster
arms wrapping around the neck of the beast
as she falls
holding tight to her
the motions become deceptive
rising again
feelings coming in waves
with the motion of the horse
as she rises and falls with the revolutions
each low ebb merely a precursor
to the inevitable rise
though soon the music slows
her motions become more halting
until the world around you again becomes still
many stumble off their steeds
trying to regain their footing in that steady world beyond
some though, appreciate the ride
despite the inevitable rises and falls
that come with it
and choose to ride again
some with a different partner
some with the same
but regardless
the ride is never the same twice