Same Horse, Different Saddle

When I ride my mind,

which is all the time,

sometimes I wear a 

different saddle...

It all depends on whom 

I'm riding with...where 

they want to go...how well

they can ride.

A mustang in an arroyo

with my friends the crazy

wild riders....no one can

keep up with us...

But sometimes I have to show...

then I keep the reins close

to my chest...and pretend

I'm a thoroughbred.