patting off the dust and getting on the horse that kicked me off.

Songs a fun one.

Year of the horse, I pictured as a gallop with stability and reliance.
Turns out the horse wants to make it as difficult as possible to stay on it.

Feels like I'm being wacked with trees till I eventually fall off.
But when I stay down is when, I let myself down. The rest of the world keeps moving.

Fuck this horse, but I won't ever stop climbing back on.