My horse named Ego
On the back of my horse named Ego, I’m being driven.
With the thundering sound of Ego’s hooves, I’m being galloped into wild places.
On madly dashing Ego’s legs, I’m being kept running and running across the chaos.
I’m being carried through the storm, listening to Ego say it’s okay to look away from the insecurity.
On the back of my horse named Ego.