Sitting in a living room,

In front of my head, guests used loom.

Ready to stand and stare.

In what felt had felt like hours,

I had been bundled up in a van.

At the front, driving, was the man.

I didn’t enjoy being like this,

So, I recalled back to…

My mother was like a bullet,

She galloped over ruts, only to meet her end.

I felt like a part of me had been banished away,

I didn’t enjoy being like this,

So, I recalled back to…

As quiet as a mouse, he crept up behind me,

I turned and the rope robbed me of safety.

I reared up and raised my front legs,

I didn’t enjoy being like this,

So, I recalled back to…

A cruel man, striving for fame.

A thick rope, swinging in his hand,

Ready to take me to a far-off land.

I didn’t enjoy being like this,

So I recalled back to…

Somehow my life has changed,

All sorts of situations have ranged.

I never used to have a single loss.

I didn’t enjoy being like this,

So, I recalled back to…

But before all that happened,

I was never saddened.

With my mother in my home.

I enjoy being like this,

I will try to remember this and stay here.