There's a half-man-half-horse that still pollutes my thoughts as he rides on a flame in the sky.
He calls through the centuries with neon his entries, the kids and the cats watch him fly.
Please catch that half horse as he murders my thoughts - their fragments and frames anyway.
Half-man-half-horse that still pollutes my thoughts as he rides on a flame in the sky.
Were four horsemen of 2012
Catch that pony ride on time.. ..
