The "What If" Rider - continued

To ride my horse
Carefree and bold
Unafraid of a fall
Now an unreachable goal

Oh tell me why
I worry so much
Of something
I can't even touch

I haven't always
Been like this
There was a ride
I rarely missed

It seems the years
Have given to play
Foreboding visions
Of misery way

Oh tell me why
I worry so much
Of something
I can't even touch

What if I choose
To remember the good
Instead of the bad
Then maybe I could

Rise up in the saddle
And settle on in
Managing my mind
For the ultimate win

Resurrecting those
Longing sweet times
The body soon follows
That quieting mind

My horse feels content
In my once taut seat
As confidence returns
With no lingering defeat

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