Pony


I get the feeling,
That if innocence is a frozen ice-pony,
I'm standing in a puddle,
And my ride is nowhere to be found.
Time is a sink and it's overflowing,
The hours and days are drizzling slowly
Down cold, sharp steel and I'm barely listening
To the dripping water as it hits the ground,

Come back, pony friend,
I want to ride you again.
Come back, pony friend,
I'm not ready for this to end.
Come back, pony friend,
I want to ride you again,
Come back, pony friend,
I can't even pretend,
Anymore.

© Saxon Drury-Godden, 05