Roses lined with golden powder,
So beautiful,
So pure,
So deceiving,
The spell is upon me,
Can I make it to my ever-retreating door of freedom or will these colors once again keep me?
On my pony I fly by my life and laugh,
The colors are so sharp I am really seeing it all,
I love my invisible pony,
I can do anything and everything atop its back,
With my pounding heart and sweaty hands I release the reins,
Letting the pony carry me away,
Away,
Away,
And farther away,
The feeling just grows and along with the feeling the pony just knows everything about me,
Helping me open up and face the day in every way,
What does it feel like to not feel this way?
Poor pony don’t neigh, I will be on your back till the end of my days,
Oh please pony please,
Lift me up higher and higher,
Take me on a ride I will never forget,
It is all flying by so fast,
The happiness is untamable,
This rose and its golden powder have me all tied up in its power,
The pony I have fallen in love with,
The rose that contains my pony,
The beauty and grace that keep me trapped in this place,
The reversion of my blooming,
An addiction forever looming.