a caged stallion

i dont want to be part    
of the modern misery      
id rather      
be free      
to vulnerability        
id rather      
be running wild      
by the fluidity      
of an untamed, unyielding stream      
of an endless      
dream      
permeating into every inch      
of my being      
       
to be a caged stallion      
of all things      
to break the barriers down      
by any means      
to feel the wind in my hair      
the prickly weeds      
   
my hooves      
   
rushing through      
     
feeling my lungs      
 at their breach      
my eyes rampant within      
chasing endless feats      
     
and i wonder      
does the stallion shed a tear      
because it could be      
the epitome of what wild is      
endlessly free